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astridthevalkyrie · 3 months

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oh my god, bakugo's kind of my friend! | k. bakugo x reader

----> summary: You'd never dare tell anyone that he was your friend. You'd never be so bold. Katsuki agrees. He's definitely not your friend.

----> warnings: quirkless university au, video game violence, fluff n feelings

----> a/n: title blatantly stolen from the office—"oh my god, dwight's kind of my friend!"

----> word count: 2k

God, no, you’re not friends with Katsuki Bakugo.

No one is.

Yeah, okay, that’s not totally true. He’s sort of friends with Ochako, that’s how you met him. He’s actually fairly close to Izuku and Eijiro, his roommates. He tolerates Shoto, might even begrudgingly respect him. And he’s got some weird mutual-depression pact going on with Kyoka.

But you’re not any of them. And you vehemently deny it when people ask, lest he, heaven forbid, think you’re going around telling people he likes you. You saw what happened to Neito last year when he, just once, said something about his friend Katsuki. You’re pretty sure it was the reason behind his switching majors, too, just to avoid being in the same classes with the terrifying blonde.

Sure, you’re in his apartment. Neito’s never stepped foot in here (aside from The Incident). And you’re well acquainted with the people he does clearly consider not-enemies. Earlier today, you and Momo had been out getting chips and soda for tonight. Just half an hour ago, you’d been playing blind karaoke with Eijiro, Izuku, and Ochako on Kyoka’s old laptop and mic that somehow both still had really good audio quality. Not to mention, you and Mina have had at least one class together every semester since you both started—she always races to slide into the chair next to you on every first day.

And you’re currently sitting on Katsuki’s couch, two feet away from Katsuki, playing a battle royale on Katsuki’s console.

“Behind the building,” he mutters, and you hum in acknowledgement, running to the spot he generously marked on the map.

It started a long while back. You and Denki had been playing some shitty racing game, and you’d very easily kicked his ass, leaving him groaning and flopping back onto Kyoka’s lap, where she offered no pity, rolling his head off with a light shove. As you were laughing at the display, Katsuki had taken Denki’s place on the floor, and all but demanded you pick up the controller once more.

(You’d won again. Terrified, you simply claimed that your controller must be broken before racing out of the room.

Imagine your surprise when, the next time you visited, he’d barked at you to assist him with a multiplayer, ordering a pouty Denki off the couch.)

You like playing, and you don’t have a console with as much storage back home, and you’re too broke to be buying multiple games anyways, so you don’t mind taking advantage of Katsuki’s appreciation for your skill. It’s usually a nice way to end the night, whether you and Ochako end up leaving or if you fall asleep right there on the couch.

Shivering, you bring your feet under the wool blanket you’d brought with you. You’re the only one who finds the apartment freezing. Everyone else typically sheds their extra layers, while you once hunted down Eijiro’s sock drawer to steal a pair of He-Man stockings for the night.

“Up in the window,” you warn, at the same time he says, “Oi.”

Both of you meet each other’s gaze for a second in bewilderment, before rapidly turning your attention back to the TV. He dodges the shot from the window, and then continues.

“You been tellin’ people I hate you?”

“What?” Your hands almost drop the controller, but you regain control just quick enough to roll out of the way of a grenade. “No.”

“Kirishima said Tetsutetsu told him that Kendo told him that Tokage told her that you told her I hated you.”

If you weren’t nervous, you’d tell Katsuki you were surprised he even knew all those names. “I didn’t say that. I just said we weren’t friends.”

There’s an awfully long pause. You can still hear the sounds from the game, and the chatter of everyone else in the apartment—Hanta’s trying to rap?—but not a word from your couch partner. If it weren’t for the screen in front of you, you’d be nervously biting your nails or just full on escaping, honestly. Not that you’re scared of Katsuki, at least not more than one should be, but…

Well, the truth is you did see him as a friend. Or, screw it, as more than that, if those little arrhythmias you observed in yourself every time he would raise his hand in greeting when he passed you on campus were any indication. And you know it’s going to hurt—it already does—to hear him confirm the same thing that you told everyone when they asked. That you meant very little to him, in the long term.

“We’re not friends, huh?” he finally says, as more of an inquiry than you’d expected it to sound.

Your mouth feels dry, but you don’t stop staring straight ahead, spamming X to whack someone over the head with a bat. “Um. Are we?”

“Isn’t this your favorite game?” he shoots back, as though that answers your question.

“Yes? So?”

Another pause. You climb up to the roof of some building and emote pointlessly before hopping down and ducking behind a bush to heal. Katsuki lets out a mix of a sigh and a grunt, dashing across an abandoned minefield.

“So,” he snarks, “I only bought it after you told me it was your favorite.”

Faintly, you feel the tips of your ears grow hot. Is that true? That can’t be true, can it? The timing does line up. You think it was back in the first week of October that you mentioned it, and then by Halloween you’d already played several rounds. Between that and losing to Momo in several games of pool, finals month had flown by.

But…

“I didn’t even tell you that.” Your voice comes out meek, and even though you’re in a safe space now, you’re still too nervous to turn your head and look at him. “I was talking to Shoto.” You’d even been half sure that Shoto wasn’t really registering what you were saying, with Ochako an inch away from him shrieking starships were meant to fly-y-y-y-y directly into his ear.

Katsuki grunts. “I was there, wasn’t I?”

If you wrack your memory, you can sort of remember it. He was…on Ochako’s other side? When she got drunk, she usually wanted to whack something, and Katsuki’s arm had been her victim that day, her palm smacking against his elbow at every other sung word.

The heat from your ears travels down to your neck. Over the singing and over everyone else’s conversations, was he paying attention to…you?

“I appreciate it,” you squeak quickly, wincing when you’re shot in the leg, “I mean, that was nice. Thank you. I just—I didn’t think you wanted me telling people we were friends, after what happened to—”

“If you bring up Monoma, I’ll take away your blanket,” he threatens; it makes you chuckle weakly. “You’re not that shithead. He pisses me off. You’re…you know.” You don’t know, actually. “You.”

Yeah, you’re you. You play games with him. You know his friends. You’re the only one who can try to outdance Eijiro to Rasputin in Just Dance. What does any of that have to do with…

“Do you think I ever fuckin’ carried that dick’s bag to class?”

“I don’t—”

“Do you think I had his stupid long ice cream order memorized? Pistachios, on the sides only,” he mimics, and you huff in an affronted sort of way, defensive of your topping choices. “Telling people to shut up so that I could hear what he was saying? Turning up the heat and burning up everyone in the apartment just to keep him warm? Was I inviting him to my place every two weeks just to fuckin’ watch him play Kingdom Hearts 3?”

And so, you finally look to the side. Katsuki’s cheeks are red, and his gaze is still on the television. His thumbs move furiously against the controller, and you have to bite your lip to prevent a quiet you’re really cute, you know that? from carelessly slipping from your mouth.

“But, to be fair,” you attempt, still confused, “you don’t exactly do all of that for your other friends either, Katsuki.”

At your words, he slouches into his seat more, the creases on his forehead deepening as an uncharacteristic frown—a frown, not a scowl—forms on his face. One would think you’d just told him you hated his guts.

“Yeah.“ His glare flickers over to you for a moment. “Exactly.”

There’s a blast from the TV and a realization that hits you at the same time.

You’re not his friend. He doesn’t see you as a friend.

The heat finally reaches your cheeks, and your mouth falls open slightly.

Then, realizing something else, your head immediately snaps back to the screen to see that blast sound had actually been your character getting blown up.

Your mouth falls open. You’d looked away for a few seconds at best. Which aces are in the lobby tonight?

“I lost,” you tell him, crestfallen.

Katsuki snorts. “I didn’t.”

He keeps playing, and your cheeks don’t take any time to cool down. Instead, you stare at him while he’s distracted trying to escape the same vicious bastards who hunted you down, and you note that his face doesn’t look any less heated either. For once, it’s clearly not because he’s just getting into the game.

You wonder if that was ever the case at all, or if he just felt the same striking little jolt you did everytime you two accidentally bumped into each other while playing on this exact couch.

“I think I’m done for tonight.” The announcement comes out a bit louder than you expected. “I’ll probably head back.”

“I don’t think so.” Without breaking his eyes away from the TV, he nudges his head in the direction of the bedrooms. “Uraraka’s dead on her feet, and you’re not walkin’ back alone.”

Has he always purposely caused the fluttering in your chest? “Okay, well. Izuku’s still awake, I’ll just take his bed for now.”

Katsuki’s tongue clicks in a fuck-around-and-find-out kind of way. “Alright. Put the controller back before you go.”

“Fine. Where’s the, uh…” You turn your head this way and that, looking for the little box that they all go in.

“On my right,” he offers casually, not a hint on his face that he essentially just confessed to you.

Feeling a little spiteful, you reach to the side, blanket and all, instead of just standing up and going behind the couch like you would any other day. Purposefully blocking his view of the screen as you reach over him to toss the controller into the box, you smirk slightly when another blast signals that he’s died as well.

Only to yelp when a firm arm shoves you down against his chest.

“Would you look at that,” he murmurs, red eyes glittering in amusement as he watches you struggle on his lap, “I lost too.”

Tokage is going to hear a very different story tomorrow. “And how’s that my problem?”

His grip tightens, fingers gently digging into the thick cloth of the blanket that’s draped over you. “I wanna play again. And I’m cold.”

There’s a small, dumb grin on his face that you’d consider kissing off if it wasn’t mirrored by an equally dumb one of yours. You’re pretty sure Katsuki’s never ever complained about the cold in his apartment. But then, he’s never complained about the heat either. If he wants to be a sauna under you, who are you to deny him? Besides, you’re feeling cold too, you might as well just take advantage of the free insulation.

From the table, in the midst of pouring something that looks like cookie batter into a bowl, Kyoka raises her brow at the sight of you, then pats Tenya’s arm and points.

He mouths something like, “Finally.”

Face burning once more, you bury your face in Katsuki’s neck, and relax in his hold while he presses X to replay.

#bakugo x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x y/n #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x you #valkyrie stories

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delawaredetroit · 14 days

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Hello. First I want to say I love your blog. It includes both thoughtful and funny bits and is a joy to read.

Secondly I would like to hear your thoughts on Izuku's ruthless streak.

First time we see of this is when he is against fodder in USJ. Not all of them seem to be equipped to breathe underwater yet he doesn't hesitate to advocate and use a method that can result in some of their heads remaining underwater and thus resulting in them suffocating.

2nd time is when he first meets Shigaraki and he grabs Asui's face. He only cares about Asui not being harmed and never once tries to control the output of OFA. He only assumes he controlled the output when his arm doesn't break but that most likely is due to First Nomu not due to any form of control.

Third time is against Muscular. When he is about to strike Kota Izuku uses %100 without a second thought even though knowing most people would die from it. It can be argued that he knew how durable Muscular is but it is unlikely.

There might be other examples that might not be coming to my mind as I am giving examples from the things that first came to my mind.

His utter willingness to murder in name of saving someone else is something very interesting in the earlier arcs and something I don't see much discussion of.

I would like to hear your thoughts regarding this. And whatever it might mean.

You raise an interesting point.

And I would say that Izuku's ruthlessness comes from the same place as the villains' cruelty: a lack of faith in the hero system.

I've spoken about it a bit here. While Izuku says that he always had help, in reality his actions reflect the lack of support he had as a child.

The children in their society are supposed to believe that a hero will always come and save the day. So needing to use deadly force would be unthinkable as a civilian/student because of course there will be a hero to come save you.

The characters that act outside of this framework (the ones that receive any significant focus anyway) are largely people who needed help and didn't receive it. And it's mostly villains, but the same logic applies to Izuku. There is not a single indication in any flashback that anyone tried to help Izuku until he met All Might.

Izuku's actions during the sludge villain incident were brave and heroic. They also signaled a lack of faith. His body moved on its own because subconsciously he determined that no one was going to help. In the fights you mentioned, Izuku doesn't believe anyone will come save him or his friends. So when he is backed into a corner, Izuku doesn't think anything of resorting to the use of deadly force.

Many of the villains, particularly those like Shigaraki and All for One, made their destructive life choices because they believed that salvation didn't truly exist at all.

Izuku has more cognitive dissonance on this issue compared to the villains in that he genuinely thinks he believes in heroism in the same way as his peers. But in truth, Izuku's heroism comes from the same place as Shigaraki's villainy: a lack of faith.

#bnha #asks #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #thx for the ask #all for one #afo #the other hero character that is similar to Izuku on this is Hawks of course #technically all might too but he's different bc he didn't grow up in a peaceful era

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fractiflos · 6 months

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And now for something completely different: headcanons for an AU where Toshinori Yagi was the Seventh One for All holder and Nana's teacher, and Nana became the Symbol of Peace.

Roleswaps are always fun to do.

This means that Toshinori had Gran Torino as a best friend instead. Although, it's more like, "good friend who terrifies the shit out of me to motivate me but I know will always be there for me no matter what" Oh, and he's still born quirkless here. However, he managed to be a hero thanks to En giving him OFA. Nana still has Float.

They met when All Might saw 12-year-old Nana trying to fight off members of a gang by herself to defend someone else. He quickly stepped in, and seeing how she managed to use her quirk in tandem with her heroic instincts, he offered to train her. She accepted.

Torino still used his harsh training methods, but All Might had an outside perspective and bought those teaching books earlier. Torino thought he was being soft-hearted, but the Dad Might instincts cannot be tamed, and he treated Nana as his own daughter. Not only did he teach her the way a father does his daughter, but he cooked her lunch and cheered her on when she started at UA, which is when he passed on OFA.

Because I'm a bit of a sucker for Dad Might, I'm going to mess with the timeline here. All Might survived past Nana's graduation and got to go to her wedding and even babysat her son a few times. In the end, All Might ends up getting killed battling AFO sometime when her son turns three. (I like to think that OFA wouldn't have faded so quickly if he still had his organs intact) She would become #1 hero, the Symbol of Peace, just six months after his death.

Her husband lives, so Kotaro doesn't go to foster care and gets a good childhood, meaning he doesn't become abusive. Hana lives and Tenko doesn't become a villain, in fact, he's quirkless. Unfortunately, there's another problem. OFA is slowly draining her life force. It's not too bad at first, but she still doesn't tell anyone besides her husband (who I headcanon was a nurse). By the time Tenko's born, it's clear that she's starting to crack under the strain. Literally. She got a new costume to cover some of the cracks starting to appear, but she can't hide the white in her hair and how she's making less and less public appearances.

She and her nurse husband figure out that it's OFA sapping her strength, but they don't know what to do about it. She's certainly not going to Torino, and most heroes are in the HPSC's pocket, making her distrustful of them. While she doesn't have a muscle form like All Might does in canon, the cracks in her skin start bleeding after too much exertion. Nezu offers her a teaching position to give her more time to figure something out. She needs a successor, but what's to stop this from happening again? There's something they're missing...

You pick what happens from here. Will she find Izuku Midoriya or will her grandson get it? Or maybe someone else entirely.

#nana shimura #yagi toshinori #hw ask game #jane's asks

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 8 months

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📓

For BNHA I have an All Might/Inko Fake Bitter Divorcees fic that I’m unreasonably fond of.

Effectively what happens is this:

Midoriya goes to the UA Entrance Exam

He has a new Quirk

He has never used this new Quirk in his fucking life

He cannot fucking tell people this fact

This is a foolproof plan nothing will go wrong this will all be FINE

Who’s this blonde boy clapping him on the back what do you mean his Quirk is that he steals Quirks oh fuck oh god wait no

A child

EXPLODES

In the UA entrance exam

(Yes I know Monoma can’t steal OFA because it’s a stockpile quirk but I planned this before they revealed that in canon so let’s all just pretend.)

In an act of stunning teamwork, Midoriya keeps Monoma from bleeding out, some random purple haired guy with a mind control Quirk keeps him calm, and Iida Tenya runs to kidnap Setsuna, a girl who canonically regrows limbs with her Quirk, which Midoriya knew because he met her earlier that day, from the recommendation entrance exam. They manage to keep Monoma alive and regrow his arm and are only slightly horribly traumatized.

The school won’t let them leave until their parents come get them for legal reasons.

THE PROBLEM:

Everyone knows that izukus quirk was the one that made Monoma explode

He didn’t HAVE a quirk this morning

No one here can know that fact

His mom doesn’t know he has a quirk and he CANNOT let her find out like this.

So he frantically texts all might begging him to come get him instead because he cannot tell his mom like this she will have a heart attack and die and he’ll be an orphan, leaving him to succumb to the fate of shonen protagonists everywhere.

Izuku: “you don’t have to call my mom my uh,” completely unrelated adult man who meets me after school every day without parental knowledge or permission because he told me not to tell anyone. you do NOT want to call the police on this man “dad is coming to get me.”

Aizawa: we already called your mom since she was your only emergency contact.

Izuku: ohgodohno.exe

Two parents show up for Izuku.

Izuku does not HAVE two parents.

His mom KNOWS this fact.

Aizawa, who met Small Might at a meeting: … so you must be Midoriya’s father

Toshinori, sweating: … yes

Inko, who knows this is not the father of her child: I—

Izuku: HI DAD

Izuku decides the only way out is through they just have to go with this. He manages to convince his mom through a combination of whispered pleas and facial expressions to not immediately raise the alarm but that combined with the sheer animosity radiating off inko convinces everyone that Inko and Small Might are extremely bitter divorcees who have given up trying to keep it together for the kid and are just fucking at each others throats.

Shinsou is just sort of sitting in the room feeling kind of awkward that he’s a part of this. They forgot he was there.

Inko: my son doesn’t have a quirk

Toshinori: well uh, dear, you know that my side has a history of late bloomers

Inko, with enough acid to dissolve the bones of a fully grown elephant: did I know that sweetheart? Or was I just expected to somehow know that when I walked into this room?

Toshinori: … at least he has his quirk now!

Inko: ONE THAT EXPLODES ARMS?

Toshinori: I’m certain it does other things too

Shinsou, also here: :o

Izuku leverages the awkwardness to dragging his “parents” away for a family meeting in the bathroom wherein 1) they all come clean about the entire OFA business and 2) they decide that they have to just commit to the story that Izuku is all mights child and inko is his angry ex wife because if anyone ever does find out about the connection between them “I inherited his Quirk because I’m his literal biological son” is a lot better for them all than “I inherited his Quirk because it’s a highly secretive transferable quirk from the dawn of superheroes that has grown to be the most powerful quirk in history that you may be able to have too if you torture me into giving it to you.”

Also Featuring:

Shinsou, plagued by knowledge of All Mights torrid family life, because he accidentally walked in on their family meeting while all might was still in his powered form. He did not want to know these secrets. He will not be sharing them. Please go away and let him go back to not knowing things.

Iida, Shinsou, and Izuku friendship pre UA accidentally discovering the past users way sooner because shinsous practicing his Quirk on Izuku and Izukus like “hey who are those eight shadowy figures who watch me from the dark when you use your quirk on me” and shinsous like “the fucking what.”

However they conclude that izukus obviously extremely haunted and has eight angry ghosts living in his bones that they must find a way to exorcise or appease. This is in no small part because the past users are hazing the newbie. It’s okay Iida is extremely productive they will start with exorcisms from all major religions and go from there

(Iida: well if you couldn't manage it here then I don't see what "going to the Vatican" will do--I, sir, sir. If you're going to be uncouth then I'm going to have to block your number. Sir you may tell the bishop whatever you please--I--good day sir *hanging up* the nerve of some people. The Catholic Church was a wash but I’ve made contact with a Taoist Fashi for the upcoming week)

Meanwhile Inko and All Might are trying to gaslight select people in their lives into believing they were married to each other when they absolutely were not married to each other. It has varying success.

#bnha #my hero academia #ask games

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 years

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Pregnancy

Hey, everyone! SA here with a mini head canon (sorry, I’m still getting used to all of these new terms so hopefully I’m using it right!) that I think you’ll like! This little series is called “Pregnancy” that will feature different pairings with the reader (fem!)! As always, please let me know what you think!

F!Reader x MHA; pronouns are “She/Her”; Quirkless (because I honestly couldn’t think of anything). Age: All characters are 18+ Warnings: Fluff, comfort, adult language, doctor mentions.

Izuku “Deku” Midoriya: 5 Weeks

The lump that had lodged itself into your throat refused to disappear no matter how much water you sipped while pacing the kitchen. Just a few more minutes and he would be home. Every second that ticked by felt like it was dragging by in slow motion as you took a moment to rest against the counter. How could you not have not noticed the signs? No, ridiculing yourself was not going to help in the slightest. A hand drug down your face, butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach when finding it shaking, hastily wiping it on a spare towel when it came away with a light sheen of sweat. Glancing at the calendar you redid the math and when it still remained at the same answer that you’d come to earlier your gaze fell to the four tests that sat beside the sink hidden by some paper towels. You’d even booked an appointment at the doctor to make sure it was true when you had a suspicion earlier in the week.

And it was.

You were, indeed, with child.

That wasn’t your biggest concern though several others would argue against it: it was the soon-to-be-father.

This alone could end his hero career, the reputation that he’d built, not to mention the public image he had with being All Might’s successor. Brief panic filled you at the thought of being forced to get rid of it but protectiveness seized your heart like a mighty fist as your hand fell to rest on your stomach. He wasn’t that kind of person, you’ve grown to know him ever since meeting after his graduation from UA, but if that was the case then why were you so nervous to tell him that you were making yourself nauseous?

Keys lightly jingling from the hallway outside snapped you out of the train of thoughts, causing your heart to leap upwards into your throat.

“Hey, I’m home!” The bright smile that raised his lips, that glint in his emerald gemstone gaze, it was as if the sun itself had walked in as you gazed at him like a deer in a headlight. Despite the dirt that clung to his hero costume or the notorious villains that he dealt with, Izuku still managed to come home with that excited look as if you were the best part of his day. Something within you snapped the second your gazes had met when he paused when spotting you in the kitchen, the expression of joy at seeing you instantly becoming one of panic as with a sob you slid down to the cold tiled floor with the largest tears spilling down your cheeks that could rival the freckled hero’s. He was instantly beside you on his knees, hands quickly removing the gloves so that his bare scarred skin could touch your own as he cupped your face. “(Y/N)?!”

All you could do was hiccup his name, farther confusing him, until falling silent thanks to the soft press of your face against his firm chest. One hand began rubbing your back while the other pet the back of your head ensuring not to tangle your hair with careful strokes. It took a few minutes but you eventually pulled away to look up at him once the raging emotions within had calmed from the storm that they’d been caught up in. “S-hic-sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” you mumbled as he swiped the nearby dish towel to dab at your leaking eyes.

“I can tell you’ve been stressed lately so why don’t we take tomorrow off and do something fun together, yeah?” He said softly while helping you stand with a gentle hold on your biceps. “I know I’ve been working a lot lately and I’m sorry if you’ve felt neglected, I really didn’t mean to make you feel that way, but I’m going to make it up to you! There’s that new shop across town that you were talking about the other day! Let’s go check it out! Afterwards we could go to the gardens watch the ducks swim around in the ponds, its not supposed to get as hot tomorrow as it was today so it would be perfect and we have all those crackers that we can feed them. Once we come back I can make that dish you like so much. There’s still a bottle of that wine in the fridge that you love so we can open that up—”

The press of your fingertip against his lips halted his onslaught of words as momentary courage filled you; now was as good a time as any. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence fell as he blinked at you with eyes that steadily grew wider with each passing second.

Concern filled you when no words came from the silent hero. “Izuku?” It was as the tears that had dissipated returned full force that he finally awakened out of whatever daydream he’d been ensured within and you suddenly found yourself being lifted into the air by his arms that had swept out your legs from underneath you, earning a shriek of surprise and your arms to reflexively wrap around his neck.

His head nestled into your chest, muffled words coming from him that were indistinguishable and it wasn’t until he looked up at you that your worry of how this would affect him was effectively put to rest when you saw his tear filled gaze that shone brighter than the precious gem his eyes resembled. There was no music yet that didn’t stop the pro hero from practically dancing and twirling you around the kitchen as waterfalls of tears spilled down his cheeks. The love you felt for him seemed to swell as he carefully placed you on the counter and rested a hand against your stomach with hesitancy. “I wasn’t sure what was going on with you this week, I was so worried I’d missed something like an anniversary since you’d marked up the calendar in the main bathroom but then I realized you were marking your cycles. You didn’t ask me to pick you up any supplies a few weeks ago so I thought something might have happened but you did have that new coworker so maybe it was a sync altercation—”

“Izuku!” The softest presses of his lips against yours eased the alarm that you felt at his confession of noticing your missed period before you had and snuggled into his warmth as he enveloped you in an embrace. “What about your hero career?” You asked the million dollar question. “Won’t this affect how the public sees you now?”

“You’ve given me the greatest gift, (Y/N), and if anything this will push my inspiration to be a better hero than All Might ever was.” His dazzling smile was back as your heart gave a clench, your hands rising to cup his cheeks to wipe away the lingering tears. Emerald suddenly widened as he straightened, his arms that had dropped to wrap around your legs to keep you close easily lifting you from the cold surface. “We gotta get things ready! I know, we can go shopping tomorrow for all the stuff we’ll need!”

Your hands fell to rest on his shoulders with a laugh. “Whoa, there, we don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl!”

He ignored your words and the air was filled with your laughs as he eagerly carried you to the bedroom where he changed quickly then with you in tow slipped out the door while mumbling a list off to himself that you occasionally added things that you thought would be necessary.

Eijiro Kirishima: 10 Weeks

The lightest of knocks against the door caused your head to wearily rise from its hanging position, your heavily shadowed gaze meeting sympathetic and concern filled carmine that peeked at you through the door’s crack. Your garbled whine was more than enough to convey how miserable you were however the hand you’d raised to prevent him from coming inside the small room went ignored as he instead entered to collect you within his embrace with ease. A weak protest rose up your abused throat but it was effectively silenced by his lips meeting your temple as he turned off the light with a nudge of his elbow. Exhaustion beyond what you’ve ever felt before prevented your eyes from opening fully when plush blankets slowly surrounded the two of you with the creak of a telltale mattress. Knowing he had to work made your chest ache as his nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, manifesting in a tear that slid down you cheek as vulnerability radiated off you in waves.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered into your ear when you made to withdraw from his hold, “they’ve got enough help at the agency that I can take some time off to make sure my little pebble has all she needs.”

More tears threatened to fall as a large calloused finger carefully wiped away the salty trail that had been left on your cheek, all of those insecurities and voices that had been whispering negative imagery within your ears finally falling silent as he enclosed your farther against his broad chest. “I don’t want to be a bother…” you managed to groan while relishing in the warmth that he gave off which soon chased away the chill of the cold bathroom tile that you’d fallen asleep on near an hour ago.

“I can help you take a shower later if you’d like. Or do you want to try to eat something?”

Appreciation filled you at how faint his voice came out, as if he’d predicted the mind-splitting headache that had been plaguing you since late last night that had nearly robbed you of your sleep. You snuggled farther into his hold as a yawn threatened to pop your jaw. “Snuggles and cuddles first? Think I might fall asleep again…” The rumbling of a chuckle almost too soft for you to feel if it weren’t for the fact that you were nearly completely enveloped by the much larger muscular red haired hero, causing a small smile to lift your lips at the knowledge that he’d never turn down a cuddle.

“Pebble?”

You groaned lowly as what seemed like a split second later his form had been replaced by the pillows, wearily opening your eyes as he softly called out to you again. Sunlight was now coming in through the nearby curtains that gave off just enough light for you to see his carmine eyes carefully watching as you rolled onto your side at the slight pain in your lower back’s behest. A confused moan slipped up your throat when finding him kneeling beside the bed wearing an excited expression but it gave way to ravenous hunger as the scent of something familiar tickled your nose. Instantly awake, you sat upright with speed that could rival the hero’s and eagerly waited as he made show of displaying the spoils he’d brought. The fact he’d managed to sneak away while you’d been sleeping wasn’t anything new, you’d become a heavy sleeper since discovering you were pregnant, and you were over the moon at the grand showcase of food that the red head had bought. “Is all that you got fries?”

He nodded, beaming with pride with each he laid out. “Did some diggin’ and found out that potatoes are the magical vegetable to helping with nausea so of course I went out and got you every kind of fry that exists! Steak, natural, crinkle, waffle, straight, there are even fries that were specially seasoned!” A blush threatened to fill your face at his words if not for his quick kiss before settling across from you with crossed legs, the bed dipping slightly from his added weight. “Where would you like to start, pebble?”

“Eiji, tell me you didn’t waste the gas on driving all across town to get all this.” All the excitement you felt threatened to shift towards anger as he sheepishly shrugged. “Gas is super expensive right now and it looks like you literally went to—”

“Cutie, I’d go anywhere in the world if it meant helping you and your cravings.” He pulled a few straight cut fries from the double arched labeled bag and offered them to you, “but that would mean we’d be apart and I barely managed to get myself out the door while you were sleeping you looked so adorable.”

The offering disappeared between your lips as you hesitantly chewed, unsure of if the salt would cause you to dash for the bathroom as you had a few hours ago thanks to the mindless munching of tortilla chips and salsa, humming softly when your stomach voiced its approval of the substance after swallowing. Food aversions and morning sickness by themselves were a handful, put them together and eating has been incredibly difficult but this might be the sign of hope that you both had been looking forward to. “Can I have some steak fries next?” Your shoulders rose into a shrug when he asked if it was working, if the potatoes were really helping fend off the nausea that had been plaguing you for the last four days, but the smile that raised your lips earned a victorious grin as he swiped the one you’d requested.

Shoto Todoroki: 16 Weeks

The quiver of your bottom lip was more than enough to convey what was about to come the second he looked up from the paperwork he’d been filing and crossed the office with quick strides until coming to a stop before you with hands on your shoulders. “What do you need, love?” He asked earnestly, those duo eyes you adored boring into your own that were filled with preparation to fulfill whatever was about to come out of your mouth. His devotion was admirable, despite the teasing that he received from comrades or the media, and it just made you feel worse about the selfish needs you’ve been harboring since finding the bed empty this morning.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come and bothered you for something so stupid.” You hung your head as the heavy weight of shame settled over you when the phone on the desk began ringing and two assistants appeared within the door behind you. “It’s nothing, Shoto, really.”

“(Y/N), you wouldn’t have come all this way for ‘nothing’.” His head bobbed in an encouraging nod when you took a deep breath.

Your lip quivered more as tears caused your vision to blur. “I can’t fit my shoes and my chest hurts too much to wear the bras that I have.”

That’s all he needed to hear and he had grabbed the coat draped over the back of his chair, phone instantly appearing in his hand as he tucked you against his side. Those who had gathered once seeing it was you within their boss’s office entryway instantly created a path for the two of you as he nearly slammed the door closed behind him. Seconds later you were settled within the car he’d summoned, his fingers tightly holding onto your own as the heavily tinted windows saved both your eyesights from the near blinding flashes of cameras that seemed to follow wherever he went.

“Wait, Shoto— You really don’t have to—”

A light peck of his lips against your own was more than enough to shut you up but it was the gentle fondness that had filled his otherwise stoic features that made your protest vanish into a soft sigh as he shifted to sit face you, his hand gently slipping free of your hold to dab at your still watering eyes with a silk handkerchief that appeared from within his suit’s pocket. “Is that why you have been avoiding closed toe shoes and wearing flip-flops for the past few days or hiding yourself within baggy clothing, to hide the fact that you’re body is changing?” Your head sheepishly bobbed in a nod as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer. “Love, it is natural for a mother’s body to adapt to the life growing within her. You needn’t worry though. We are going to put together a whole new wardrobe just for you no matter how long it takes or how many stores we have to visit.”

“But your work—”

“You and our child are far more important.”

With a soft hum, you allowed his warmth to farther help your own relax as the car came to a slow stop at a red light. “We’ll find out soon if it’s a boy or a girl,” you whispered as his lips met the crown of your head, “are you hoping for one over the other?” A laugh nearly burst from between your lips while looking up at him when silence had been his answer for nearly a full minute and found his expression to be one of utter shock. “Yes, Shoto, we’re almost to that point. Technology sure is amazing, isn’t it?” Understanding filled your chest when he finally met your gaze after a few more seconds of silence. “Unless you want to wait until birth. Some people think its old school but I am fine with not finding out until they are born.”

Relief filled his gaze as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Are you sure?”

“You’ve been incredibly prone to traditional methods ever since you asked me on our first date.” You giggled, lightly tapping your fingertip against his nose as the car began moving again. “I’m honestly not surprised in the slightest that you want to hold off on discovering the gender but it might make baby clothes shopping a bit difficult since there aren’t a lot of neutral ones.” This time a laugh did manage to sound from your lips as he whipped out his phone again, a single press of his finger instantly dialing a number that you recognized as one of his assistants. “Shoto?”

“Send an email to the design teams; I want a line of neutral infant clothing started immediately and want proofs sent to my email by the end of the day.”

“But, sir, why is there any need for a hero agency to send for such things?”

A chorus from the background nearly sent the phone clattering to the floor as a new group of voices took control over the call. “We’re on it, sir!”

Sometimes you forgot just how famous and wealthy he was but there was always the reminder on your finger that glittered brightly whenever your glanced down at it. It had been a bit large for your liking, its extravagant design and large diamonds worrying you about it catching on things, but it had grown on you with each passing day since agreeing to be his before an altar surrounded by family and friends. You fondly shifted a piece of fallen hair out of his face as he ended the call with a press of another button, shaking your head when he raised a brow in question of your smile, and instead pressed a gentle kiss to his scar.

Keigo “Hawks” Takami: 24 Weeks

Your brows rose when entering the small space that was going to home the child growing inside you, a smile raising your lips when finding the object of your search regarding the farthest wall with a serious expression worthy of mid-century art, a hand fondly rubbing the bump that had seemingly appeared as if from nowhere in the last few days. Some women didn’t show until farther along but not you. The little life form had been growing like a weed and was currently within the sixtieth-percentile for growth at this stage. A strong hearty kick was delivered to your side, causing your breath to catch while coming to a stop beside the man with crimson wings. “Still pondering over colors?”

He startled so violently that it nearly gave you a heart attack when he shrieked while turning on his heel so as to face you. “(Y/N), when did you get in here?!”

The shock of your appearance was a definite indication of just how much thought he was putting into the nursery and it warmed your heart seeing the amount of care the pro hero was showcasing. It was a bit funny to you that Hawks had been so absorbed by the task as hand but honestly it was starting to concern you with how long it was taking him to make a decision such as this. “Keigo, weren’t you supposed to be done with painting yesterday?” You gently asked when he recovered after the initial shock in time to place his hand on your growing stomach in time to receive a kick, causing him to coo in a manner that left you wishing for a recording device of some sort but the damn pregnancy pants you wore didn’t even have back pockets to hold your phone. That didn’t mean you couldn’t store your phone in other places such as your bra!

Amber eyes snapped upwards as you “aww”ed at the display, your tongue peeking out when a rosy hue entered his cheeks. “Anyway, kid, weren’t you supposed to be out of town visiting your parents?”

“Came back early because a little someone seemed to really miss their daddy bird.”

“And what about mama bird?”

Playfully, you rolled your eyes. “As if that’s even a question. We all missed you,” you soothed when he rested his cheek against your stomach with fingers gently combing through his blonde hair, “so don’t you worry your pretty little feathers anymore. Nothing on this earth could make us want to leave you, okay? You’re our daddy bird forever.”

A soft drawn out coo filled the air as his eyes slid closed then opened again at the light tap of your finger to bring his attention back to the wall nearly covered in paint swatches. “Wasn’t feeling the whole ‘Noah’s Ark’ theme and the jungle storybook seemed a bit too cliché to me.” He stood with a huff, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist as he moved to stand behind you. “Thought about doing a tree in the corner next to the crib then having either a meadows cape or ocean view on the opposite wall.”

“Who would’ve guessed that the player pro hero Hawks would have such an artsy side.” You couldn’t help but tease, earning a nuzzle to the side of your neck as his wings unfurled to enclose you closer against his being. “Honestly, by this point, I’m okay with whatever you think just make sure that the colors aren’t too flashy, we don’t want to overwhelm their eyes.” The flesh of your bottom lip caught between your teeth to hide a smile as he gasped before turning you around to face him.

Excitement shone brightly within his gaze as it met your own. “That tone you just used…you know the gender, yeah?”

Unadulterated joy filled you as he beamed. “I’m sure she’ll have your eyes and he will be just as tall, if not taller, than you.” Your hands reached out to lightly pat his cheeks when what you was sure to be a mental capacity breech caused the pro hero’s expression to become blank. “Honey, are you okay?” Concern would’ve filled you if not for the slow grin that lifted his lips. It was the widest and most genuine one you’ve seen since the private wedding, making even the one you’d seen when telling him that you were pregnant seem lackluster in comparison, the pads of your fingers gently wiping underneath his eyes that began to swim with moisture. “Keigo?”

“T-twins? You’re absolutely sure, (Y/N)?” The wings upon his back that had retracted poofed as you nodded in confirmation, a few of the feathers separating to lightly tickle the bulge that was your stomach.

“The doctor said that it’s the girl who keeps kicking while the boy seems to favor snuggling with my placenta.” Alarm filled you when he suddenly began to pace the small room with that concentration filled look on his face but it gave way to calm acceptance while taking a seat in the nearby rocking chair to comfortably watch as whatever inspiration that had hit him slowly manifested itself courtesy of the pencil that had appeared in his hand out of thin air. “Can’t wait to see what you come up with,” you called softly so as to not break his train of thought, hands rubbing the growing bump as a kick came from the left and a flutter from the right as if the twins were in agreement with you.

Fumikage Tokoyami: 36 Weeks

A groan slipped from between your lips as you struggled like a giraffe at a watering hole, fingers reaching as far as they could towards the fallen object that had literally jumped out of your grasp. “Oh, come on,” you huffed while straining at the awkward angle and only succeeding in knocking it farther away. Doom settled over you while watching the item completely disappear from sight in slow motion to vanish beneath the refrigerator. “Seriously?!” Tears erupted like geysers from your eyes as you slid to the floor in defeat with gaze locked on the large appliance. You had ten weeks left, the giant machine was definitely too big for you to move, and the growing hunger within your being was multiplying by the second with each salty droplet that spilled down your cheeks.

Gentle hands fell upon your shoulders as a familiar presence seemingly manifested out of nowhere, causing your tear filled gaze to rise and meet a pair of calm vermillion. You didn’t ask when he’d come home, honestly you hadn’t even heard him, but your tears threatened to increase when he held up a bag that had a familiar logo then proceeded to open a package that suddenly made your life brighter. “I noticed that your choice of snack this week was dangerously low so I took it upon myself to purchase more.” He readily altered his stance down to one knee as you accepted the offering when he held it out to you, sniffling while one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders once you’d taken it, directing your attention to the refrigerator in time to see Dark Shadow appear from beneath with the fallen one in tow.

It was literally gone within seconds between your hungry lips but it was accompanied by a wide eyed exclamation when from beneath you appeared a large puddle of translucent liquid. Blinking, you leaned against him as he helped you to stand and met his gaze with a gasp when realizing that your water had just broken. Panic instantly began to seep into your bones when realizing just what was ahead of you. “F-Fumikage?”

“The bags are already in the car, I will send word to the agency, family, and friends of what is happening.” He soothed while nuzzling your cheek comfortingly, “it is time to meet our little one.” His tone remained soft and soothing as he helped you out the door with careful steps, his hands never leaving yours except to slip behind the steering wheel so that he could drive to the hospital. “I am here with you, my angel, as is everyone else.”

You took a moment to pause in the hallway where the door was open to the spare bedroom that had been transformed into a nursery. Cloud gray walls decorated with constellations, plush navy carpet, lavender hued crib tucked in the far corner but not too far from the changing table or rocking chair that the two of you had gone to six stores to find, and the ceiling was decorated with shifting galaxy images courtesy of the aurora nightlight that was plugged in beside the door. The fluffy clouds had been your idea, one that he had gladly added despite the difficulty of finding the perfect material for them, that gave the ceiling a multidimensional affect with the gently swimming colors and the glittering stars painstakingly painted on the walls. Had it really been finished just a week ago?

“(Y/N)?”

Turning, you faced him fully as Dark Shadow waited within the open doorway that would lead outwards to the garage. He must have caught on to what you were feeling if you couldn’t make sense of them fully yourself and rested a hand upon your swollen stomach in time to feel the first of many contractions. His gaze was steady as you remembered the breathing exercises that the nurses had taught, taking comfort in the hand that he ensured was within your own with laced fingers, until it passed and left your slightly winded and leaning against him for support.

“A-any chance we can stop for something to eat before going to the hospital?”

A rumbling chuckle sounded from the black clad hero as he encouraged you to walk.

Katsuki Bakugo: 42 Weeks

“You are out of your damn mind!” Ruby eyes widened as you finished yet another plate of food. He was known for his love of spicy foods just as much as his quick temper, what with him being a pro hero and all, but even he had been left practically speechless when coming home to find you rearin’ to go lay waste to yet another restaurant. This would make the fourth unsuspecting business to suffer your insatiable appetite in the last week alone and the eighth time his credit card would dangerously reach its maximum limit.

Your hands fell to rest on the large bump that had grown so much you could barely see anything around it if it wasn’t high enough, a twitch settling in your brow when the man across the table used a napkin to wipe his brow. “I don’t see you coming up with any ideas of how to help induce me, Boom-Boom-Man, and we’ve tried everything in the book from herbal tea to this-” one hand rose to sweep out across the table literally covered in every spicy food that the restaurant had to offer as he came around to help you stand from the chair you fell into upon arriving, “-hell on earth spicier than Satan’s ballsack on a Midwestern dry heat wave over a drought ridden roadkill carcass of food espionage! Nothing has worked and yet you continue to fucking watch as I lumber around like a penguin!” It was clear that several other women who were within earshot were sympathetic towards you but it was the looks from the men who had their eyes on your husband that finally pushed you over the edge. The firecracker blonde blinked when you grabbed his shirt with a fist. “That’s it. We’re fucking in the car.”

It was as if a bomb went off as silence fell over the restaurant at your words.

Considering the circumstances, you were too focused upon your husband who looked as if you’d literally slapped him across the face with a riding whip as he still didn’t fight against your hold while exiting the building. The beeping of the car was enough to snap him out of his stupor though, his larger fingers gently removing your own from his shirt. “Don’t be crazy or stupid, dumbass—”

“Oh, really?!” You whirled on him with twitching eyes, hands settling on your hips when he bristled at your shout. “The pro hero who rushes in during rescues and villain attacks is telling me, his wife, not to be crazy or stupid?! Look in a fucking mirror, Katsuki, cause you’re the hypocrite who hasn’t touched me once in the last two months and I’m so sick of you treating me like a porcelain doll all the time! I’m not going to shatter the second you touch me, idiot!” By this point you were nearly screaming up into his face with tears streaming down your face but he was smart to know that right now it wouldn’t be wise to interrupt you even when people began to gather in the parking lot out of curiosity to see what all the commotion was about. “I know you’re worried about the baby but c’mon, what about my needs?! You think I don’t want you to kiss me?! Do you honestly believe that I wouldn’t want you to touch me intimately during this entire time?!”

One of his brows rose when you began gasping for breath from winding yourself, a silent request for him to be allowed to speak which you flipped him your middle finger.

“You know what? Go fuck yourself, Katsuki Bakugo, because whatever you have to say I’m not listening—” A shriek slipped up your throat as with a roll of his eyes he swept you up over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. He had placed his arm ever so carefully around your hips just below the giant bulge that was your unborn child but his hold was strong enough to prevent you from wiggling free. “Put me the fuck down right now!” Your fists pummeled his back to no avail as he began walking down the sidewalk, the built up stream and pressure that had fueled your outrage combined with a dangerous amount of hormones finally dissipating as after several minutes of him silently walking. Regret filled you when he came to a stop at a crosswalk, a familiar park waiting on the other side, your hand lightly patting his arm. “Can you put me down now?”

Nothing.

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said and how I acted. Please?”

Silence.

The guilt you felt tripled as the light changed, allowing him to proceed, and resolved yourself to being the sack of potatoes that you practically were until he saw otherwise. You didn’t have to wait long and soon found yourself being placed on your butt within a swing with those ruby infernos staring down at you with a brilliant flame. Punishment was definitely in your future.

“Katsuki?” Heat erupted across your body as he circled you like a predator with narrowed eyes until coming to a stop behind you, shivers and thrills slipping down your spine when his hands grabbed hold of the swing’s chains that caused you to sway slightly until the firm hardness of his body met your back with a yank.

“Shut up.” His growl in your ear as a hand snaked downward until it was cupping your throat sent a jolt of arousal through your core when the other snaked down to rest against the place where your heart pounded so loud you were sure he could hear it. The warmth of his being against your own was euphoric but it was the devious fingers that eased within the folds of your wrap dress that caused your head to fall back with a held back groan. “You wanted it so damn bad that you were ready to fuck in the car?” Words, vocabulary, heck even the alphabet itself abandoned you as the shell of your ear was caught between his teeth in a sharp bite that was soothed by the light drag of his thick wet tongue. Another growl sounded when his fingers found the growing moist spot that was nestled within the apex of your legs that made your cheeks heat beyond what you thought was humanly possible when the coil within suddenly snapped. “Haven’t even properly touched you yet and you’re this fuckin…”

A disappointed whine slipped up your throat when he withdrew, making to turn around and prepared to beg for him to continue, when you spotted his smirk. Hormones that had been raging for physical touch took a complete 180. “Wipe that fucking grin off your face before I decide to sit on it.”

One of his brows twitched; he’d definitely heard your hidden challenge. “Just remember you asked for this.”

Alarm filled you as he walked until you were suspended above him, his face made to disappear within the crook of your neck where you knew he was about to bite you, but halted his advance by taking hold of his shoulders.

“Woman, you’re sending me mixed signals here!”

Your lips quivered, instantly causing his anger at being forced back to be forgotten as the carnal lust within his gaze was replaced by concern. “K-Katsuki, I think my water just broke.”

Together your gazes darted downward and sure enough there were trails of translucent liquid trailing down your legs.

“Damn I’m fucking good.”

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♡ chapter one • zuzu’s smile ♡

year 3! izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki x f! midnights daughter! reader

summary – Y/N retells the story of how she met, fell in love, & broke up with izuku midoriya to her new classmates

warnings – fluff.

3021 words xx.

MINORS DNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Midoryia was flustered and in shock, one minute he was arguing with Todoroki about being All Might's love child and now he was fighting for a seat next to Y/N at lunch. He hadn't seen her in so long that he didn't even know what to say to her, and here he thought he had grown from his small 13 year old emotional self again, yet here he was.. flustered and mumbling to himself. He thought back to the scene from earlier this morning.

"LoVeRs?!" The entire class rang out together staring at Y/N and the three boys in disbelief. The three boys were just as confused as the class was, how could they not have known that they all dated the same girl at some point?

"Bakubro I knew you were a sly dog but I didn't think you were THAT sly," Kirishima said, standing up patting Bakugo's shoulder who pushed him off.

"You guys are gods," Mineta said in awe.

"You guys all seem so fun," Y/N said, laughing.

'Her laugh,' all three boys thought, 'I've missed it.'

"Y/N, if I can call you that," Mina interjected as she stood up and stood near the pop star who she received a nod from, "how are you a past lover of ALL THREE of UA's Big Three?"

Y/N smiled, "well," she squished Midoriya's freckled face, "I dated Zuzu here when I was 13," she moved over to Bakugo who was on the other side of Todoroki, "Kats here, I dated when I was 15," she then turned and looked at Todoroki, "and Sho, well we dated when I was 16."

Y/N walked a bit away from the boys and looked at the three in awe, she looked just as love stricken as the three boys, "they're my boys," she said with a soft smile and a happy sigh. Even after the explanation the three boys were still very confused.

'Of course someone as cool as she is would date Shoto and Kacchan,' Midoriya thought as he came back to the conversation happening in front of him. He had unfortunately lost the war with Bakugo for the seat next to Y/N, who had growled at him like a dog. So, he ended up sitting in front of her, Todoroki being on her other side. Mina sat next to Midoriya and was the one mainly speaking to Y/N as the majority of the class had fought to sit at her table along with the rest of the school when they realized Princess Aika was in their cafeteria.

Luckily, the Big Three were ultimately her guard dogs, nobody would be able to get too close to her with UA's Big Three guarding her, especially with Bakugo's famous growl and glare. Fortunately, with Y/N's sweet ‘Princess Aika’ voice she was able to convince people that she would give them autographs at lunch tomorrow. Sitting with her she had learned were her three boys, along with Ejirou who was next to Kats and Momo who was next to Sho, and across from her was Tenya, Yuga, with Zuzu in the middle, then Mina and Denki. She had practically forced everyone to drop formalities as she hated it and felt like it was a barrier to their up and coming friendships together.

Mina had mainly done the talking and asking, as many people weren't able to get anything in edgewise as she was way too excited to hear how her idol had dated the three hottest guys at UA and still had them wrapped around her finger. Before Mina could ask her another question Katsuki cut her off, "Raccoon Eyes how about you let someone else ask a question for once, huh?!"

Mina blew her cheeks up with air and pouted as Katsuki adjusted and faced Y/N, his arm on the back of her chair, "so you wanna explain how you somehow dated me, but also dated these two dweebs? Especially stupid Deku over here?"

Izuku rolled his eye and pouted as Y/N slapped Katsuki's arm, "don't you talk about him that way, you big bull-"

"No it's okay, Bunny, Kacchan is always like this," Izuku says, rubbing the back of his neck. Y/N stared at him for a second, finally getting the chance to take in his 'new' appearance. His hair was still fluffy but obviously taken better care of than when she last saw him, as his curls were now defined, as if he started taking care of them, but he did have an undercut. He had gotten much taller and buffer and his style changed too, he had piercings and his nails were painted black, she had to admit in her eyes he wasn't her cute little Zuzu anymore, he was her hot and grown up Zuzu.

"BuNnY?!" The table asked loudly, making Izuku and Y/N both laugh softly.

"Zuzu I don't care how he usually is, your appearance may have changed but I see you're still too nice to stand up for yourself," she said the last part softly before looking at Katsuki, "you better not call him that again."

"Not gonna happen," he grumbled at her as he slouched back in his chair. Before she could continue her argument with him, Shoto had interjected, "Snowflake?"

She turned towards him with a soft smile, "yes Sho?"

"Even though Bakugo is being a dick, could you answer the question? I'm very curious and confused about this to be honest."

"Oh yes, please tell us how you dated all three of them?" Mina and Denki both said with large smiles.

"Oh sure," Aika smiled, "I wonder where I'd start, they're all pretty long stories."

"How about the beginning," Momo suggested. Ejirou agreed with her, "yeah, start there."

"Maybe we should just let Miss. Kayama eat," Tenya said, trying to be helpful.

"Ida! I told you to call me Y/N, please drop the formalities, we're all gonna be very good friends, I just know it. Anyways.. the beginning.. I guess that starts off with Zuzu," she smiled brightly, "he was my very first boyfriend. I know how hot he looks now but I'm sure you all know how cute he was just a few years ago. What a shame I missed puberty hitting huh?" She said, licking her lips.

Izuku gulped as his face turned red, he felt like he was his 13 year old self all over again, all thanks to Y/N.

"I met Izuku when I was about 13, we went to different schools but we lived in the same neighborhood.. That's when Mom and I were keeping a low profile because of a rise in villain attacks against heroes and their families. I met him at the local creek..."

13 year old Y/N was currently practicing her gymnastics on a log that was over a creek. Ever since the move she wasn't able to be with her uncles and god fathers as she usually would to stay occupied but thanks to the rise of hero family deaths she had to stay clear of them to protect herself and them. So here she was, in the middle of the woods practicing gymnastics alone.

She was currently doing a handstand and just as she was flipping out of it, she heard a yell, "be careful!"

But it was too late, she had slipped on moss and found herself falling into the creek below. As she fell, it felt like it took forever. She spent the time wondering if she was going to die, what a gruesome thing to think at 13 but in the world she lived in people of all ages died under all circumstances. She thought, 'how embarrassing of a death this would be.' and just as she thought she might've landed on a rock or a sharp branch, she landed on a scrawny body.

"Ow," they both grumbled as they separated from each other, she stood up and then looked down at her savior, a boy about her age with a ball of fluffy green hair.

He was standing up himself, "that sure hurt."

"Of course it did, you just used your body as a safety net," she said, wiping herself off, "your quirk couldn't be used to help me out?'

The green haired boy wiped the back of his neck with a nervous smile on his face, "I-I don't have my quirk yet, but I couldn't have just let you fall. So I just did what I thought was best."

"That was incredibly stupid," she said causing the boy to frown but then she started smiling, "but very brave, thank you for being my hero."

The boy smiled at the girl , "yo-you're welcome, of-of course! How about we get out of the woods now?"

Y/N smiled and nodded following him out of the woods. It was clear the boy was flustered, how could he not be, this pretty girl just called him brave and a hero.. her hero.

The two sat in silence for a while which made her break it, "Well?"

Izuku looked at her confused, "what?"

"Shouldn't I know my hero's name?"

"Oh haha, I forgot about that. S-sorry about my manners, I'm Izuku Midoriya!"

"That's such a cute name," she smiled at her hero, "I'm Y/N."

"N-no last name?"

"That's classified information Zuzu," she said, winking causing the boy to blush even more. It was rare that a girl his age would be flirting with him, let alone talking to him.

The two talked as they walked and finally reached the entrance/exit, she looked at him, "how about you meet me here tomorrow cutie?"

Izuku smiled widely, she was so sweet, "S-sure, of-of course! After school?"

"Sure," she smiled, "see you tomorrow Zuzu."

"... and everyday after that I met him at that creek for about a year," Y/N said with a soft smile, she looked at Izuku, "he's changed a lot on the outside but just by looking at him right now I can tell that he's the same Zuzu," she reached over the table and caressed his face causing the table to awe, except for the three boys, Katsuki and Shoto were too busy being jealous that it wasn't them she was admiring while Izuku was flustered. He felt younger all over again, a puddle just for Y/N.

"How'd you get together though, that was just how you met," Mina said, interrupting their moment, making Izuku glare at the pink girl who stuck her tongue out at him making him do the same revealing his tongue piercing making Y/N gasp, "a tongue piercing?!"

"Y/N," Mina said, interrupting, "can you continue please?"

"Oh yeah," Y/N giggled, sitting with her legs up on her chair, leaning them on Shoto leaning her upper half on Katsuki while she spoke, making them both smile softly.

"It was so cute, we were at the creek.."

13 year old Y/N was snacking on her last baby carrot while she sat next to a 13 year old Izuku. The two were at their spot in the woods, next to the creek they met at, they had been meeting there for about 2 months at this point.

Y/N's snacking was interrupted when Izuku spoke, "B-Bunny, I- I have a question for you."

"Shoot Zuzu," Aika said with a small smile.

"S-so I was kinda wondering if- if y-you would mayb-"

"Izuku please spit it out already," she said, touching his hand with a small laugh.

"Okay.. Would you be my g-girlfriend, please," Izuku said, standing up and looking at her with a face of determination. Y/N stared at him, before she spoke Izuku cut her off, "unless you don't wanna," he rubbed the back of his neck, "you.. you're just so cool Bunny, and I just wanna be cool with you."

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he lost when Y/N started speaking, "Zuzu, I- I thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"WHAT?!"

"You gave me your sweater the other day and I accepted. Is that not how it works?" Y/N asked him, standing up as well with a face of confusion.

"N-No it's not."

"Oh," she sat down and laughed. Years of not socializing with non Pro Hero kids was having some wear and tear on her brain, "well then yes, I will be your girlfriend."

Y/N laughed with the rest of the table, "and we started officially dating after that, for about a year. It was so great."

"So," Yuga started, "if things were so good, why'd you break up, Mademoiselle?"

Y/N looked across the table and reached her hand out and caressed Izuku's hand, "in the last few months of middle school, Zuzu stopped coming around so much, even his mom wasn't sure what was going on. I wanted to talk things out but," her hands moved down to her lap and she caressed her own instead, "I couldn't seem to find him, so when I got the chance to audition for a pop idol boot camp in South Korea, it wasn't that hard to end things, I thought that he hated me anyways.. So on the day we broke up we finally talked..."

It had been months since Y/N and Izuku had a decent moment together.. he had even missed her birthday. But she finally had her chance to become a star like she wanted, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. So there she sat in his room waiting for him so they could talk, as Inko had let her right in.

She waited for him as she swung back and forth in his desk chair, after hours of waiting Izuku finally came into the room. He dropped his bag and then screamed as he saw Y/N sitting in his room, "B-BUNNY WHAT'RE Y-YOU DOING HERE?"

"To talk," she said softly, "We... we need to break up."

"W-what?"

"I got an opportunity to audition for a pop idol boot camp in South Korea, and we haven't seen each other a lot anyways.."

"But that's be-because I've been training.. I'm sorry, I'll do anything."

"You couldn't train with me there? Or at least made an attempt to invite me?"

"Th-that's because-"

"I'm sorry Zuzu.. but I'm getting on a plane in the next few days and I won't have my phone for a while.. I just.. I think it's best. There isn't any changing my stance on this so please.." At this point both of them were crying, "just.. just promise me something."

"Please.. I'd do anything for you," Izuku said, wiping his tears and walking over to Y/N, holding her hand.

"Promise me that you'll always be my hero.. and that you'll never stop loving what you love most."

"You're what I love most," he sniffled. She laughed softly, "then do that, and never stop smiling. I wanna find your smile in my crowds when I get famous."

Y/N wiped a tear she hadn't known fell and went back to holding Izuku's hand, "and I can tell that he kept all of those promises.. even after all of this time. I'll never forget my Zuzu’s smile."

The table minus the two jealous boys awed while Katsuki softly grabbed Y/N’s wrist causing her to sit back down all the way and chuckle, much to Izuku's dismay, as Katsuki spoke, "enough about st-,” Y/N glared, causing him to sigh and correct himself, "Deku. How about you tell them about our epic love story," he says smirking at her. Y/N giggled as she caressed Katsuki's face, "sure Kats."

"I would love to hear about how Bakubro got to date a babe idol like you," Ejirou exclaimed, getting agreed nods and responses from the rest of the table.

"How did I get to date her? You saying I can't pull bitches, Shitty Hair?" Katsuki yelled as he stood up.

The whole table laughed, causing him to get more mad, "what're you extras laughing at," he asked as his hands started sparking causing Y/N to stand and grab his arm, "Teddy Bear," she said softly almost angelic like, “you know not to play with your food.” He rolled his eyes before smirking, “so I can just kill them instantly?” He asked as he turned to look at her.

She laughed, “how about later, can’t let them die not knowing about how we feel in love.”

She smiled at him and he scoffed but sat down in agreement, “you’re all lucky to live another day.”

"Please please tell us how you and Bakugo got together," Denki begged, "I absolutely have to hear this story."

"I agree," Momo nodded and leaned into the table to listen in better, "I'm rather intrigued by it."

She let go of Katsuki and smiled at her new friends, "right of course! Well, I met Katsuki wh-"

Y/N was interrupted by the sound of the bell which made her laugh, "guess it's a story for another time."

The table stood up and all of the students started walking together, Izuku and Shoto on both of Y/N's sides almost as soon as they began walking, while Katsuki sat at the table angry.

"Now how in the fuck does stupid Deku get the entire lunch hour and I have to wait," he said angrily before getting alerted by Y/N's sweet voice, "Kats are you coming or what," she asked as she turned to look at him with a large smile, the other two boys waiting as well.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he grumbled as he stood up, rolling his eyes.

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Dad December - Day Fifteen & Sixteen: "Vault." + "Why Didn't You Tell Me?"

Combining two days, because they related to each other. Last two parts of "Prison Visit."

Trigger warnings: Kidnapping, implied/referenced childhood trauma, and All for One being himself.

word count: 3,161

@daddecember

Pt. 3 ~

All for One is led back to his cell, but he can’t bring himself to be mad about it. He smiles widely as the door is slammed in his face. This tiny space can’t hold him forever, and now that he has the confirmation that he wants, being here is simply a formality.

He sighs deeply, whirling around to his bed. It looks like it’s time to call in those favors.

-x-x-x-

Izuku pokes at his rations. The results of the paternity test sit at the forefront of his brain - taunting him. And the hardest part wasn’t even getting the test results or All for One trying to hug him to death, it was telling All Might.

All Might-the hero that he is, retired or not-hadn’t looked at him any different. He simply wrapped his arms around Izuku and said it was going to be alright, that he didn’t think differently of him. It was enough to send Izuku to tears.

But sitting here now, with his mother across from him, the apprehension he felt earlier returns with a vengeance.

“You need to eat,” his mom gently urges, taking another bite of whatever rice dish the kitchen staff threw together for the hundreds of civilians and heroes seeking shelter here. It’s unlike anything Izuku has ever seen before, and he has no energy to guess what it is.

“I know,” he mutters but continues poking at it anyway.

“Izuku, is something wrong? First, you wouldn’t hug me earlier, and now you won’t eat.” She grabs his hand from across the table. “Please, talk to me, baby.”

He puts his chopsticks down, hanging his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Izuku asks, voice quiet - barely above a whisper.

“Izuku, what-”

He picks his head up, staring daggers at his mom. Logically, he knows that being mad at her solves nothing. But he’s angry and hurt and all this could have been avoided if she didn’t keep it to herself. “Why didn’t you tell me about my father?”

His mom goes silent, face turning pale. She stares off into space, as if remembering something old but not entirely forgotten.

“Mom?”

She regards Izuku with a somber expression. “I assume you met him?” Her face reads as sad, but her eyes look highly concerned.

“More than once,” Izuku says. “Both on and off the battlefield. And weirdly, in my dreams.”

“In your dreams….?” His mom asks, thoroughly confused. Unfortunately, Izuku doesn’t feel like dwelling on the complexities of his quirk.

“All for One. How do you know him?”

“Shigaraki Hisashi,” his mom corrects, “and he was my boss. I mean, at least at first he was.”

Izuku’s stomach twists.

“But we grew to care about each other. I truly thought that he was the one. Told all my friends about it, but….” his mom trails off, looking and sounding heart-wrenchingly sad. Despite his anger, Izuku gives her hand a gentle, encouraging squeeze.

She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter what we felt for one another, because after I found out about his villainy, I packed my life up and started over somewhere new. And then, some months later, you came along and made me the happiest person on the planet.” His mom pinches his cheek, the sadness receding from her eyes. In its place, a warm, tender fondness.

“Mom,” he says, voice strained. It would have been so easy for his mom to stay, but she chose to risk her safety and financial stability for a better future without All for One in their lives.

Izuku rounds the makeshift table to embrace his mom, wanting and needing her to hold him. Even if it’s for just a second. He needs her strength and courage, because his own is failing him right now.

He snuggles into her warmth, breathing in her floral perfume. She seems just as content, even though their (slight) height difference makes snuggling up together a little harder.

“Mom?” He asks, voice muffled.

She hums in response.

“How did you end up working for All for One? Did you know what he was or-”

His mom cuts him off. “I was his assistant, but all of my jobs were office related. I met him through a previous boss I had. And no, I didn’t know who he was. I was in love with him. If things turned out differently….if I didn’t decide to snoop through the files on his desk, I can confidently say that I would still be with him.”

“But you did leave,” Izuku murmurs, still leaning against her. “You’re brave.”

His mom softly laughs. “Thank you, baby. But I think the braver thing would have been turning the information I had over to the police.” She sighs. “Sometimes I worry that my inaction and cowardice helped enable him to do worse.”

He pulls away, staring into his mom’s watery eyes. “I can’t tell you that not turning over whatever information you had wouldn’t have mattered, because I don’t know. But what I do know is that you did the best thing for us, and if I didn’t take that test I could have lived the rest of my life in arrogant bliss.”

“Oh, Izuku,” she warbles, pulling him in for another hug.

-x-x-x-

“What do you mean, All for One has escaped!?” The warden for the side of the prison that All for for One, resides in looks at his subordinates, the ones directly responsible for keeping the supervillain in check. “Well!?”

None of them dare speak, either in a state of perpetual shock or terrified about what consequences All for One’s second unauthorized departure might have on a still reeling Japan.

He scoffs, angrily. “Useless! All of you! Get out of my sight!” He watches them leave, heads hung. Clearly disappointed in themselves. “Wait!” He calls out, and they all pause in the doorway. “Tell no one about this. The last thing we need is for people to freak out.”

They nod, shuffling out the door. Once the last of them leave, shutting the door behind them, he relaxes in his chair.

The warden pulls out a burner phone from his desk. He texts only two words, before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it.

It’s done.

Pt. 4 - Final Part:

Tenko eyes his little brother (he knows that Izuku isn’t actually his little brother, but after everything they went through, it’s hard not to think of the kid as such. It also doesn’t help that the kid seems bound and determined to keep in touch with him.) The kid is awfully silent for no good reason. Well, he supposes the war and the aftermath would render anybody speechless, but this is Izuku Midoriya. Not some random NPC ( civilian , his mind corrects) cowers in the face of something terrible.

“What’s wrong?”

Izuku has the audacity to look surprised. “What? What do you mean?”

Tenko feels his left eye twitch. “I mean that you’ve hardly said a word the last two visits. Is everything okay? Is someone hurting you?” He feels his blood pressure rise at the thought of someone hurting Izuku. Which is ironic given their shared history.

“I’m-”

“Don’t you dare say ‘fine’.”

Izuku takes a second longer to finish his sentence. “Good. I’m good.”

“Liar.”

“Am Not!” Izuku proclaims, clenching his fists. “I’m just a little tired is all.”

“Yeah? And I’m tired of your shit,” Tenko shoots back. He calms down a little, no need to get Izuku all riled up. “All I’m saying is that, whatever is bothering you, you can tell me.”

“You have enough to worry about.”

“And ninety-nine percent of what I worry about is you.” It’s true, too, he often lies awake at night, thinking and worrying about his surrogate brother’s safety. He’s always the first to rush into danger, and Tenko wouldn’t be able to live with himself if one day Izuku bites off more than he can chew and dies alone and afraid. All his progress over the last month or so has been in large part due to Tenko wanting to make his brother proud. One day, probably five or more years down the road, he hopes to interact with Izuku outside these walls.

Izuku swallows before answering. “I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to think differently of me.”

A thousand possibilities run through Tenko’s head. “Nothing could make me think badly of you.”

His brother gives a nervous laugh, reminding Tenko of their first chat in the mall.

“I…well I visited All for One in prison.”

The air is knocked from his lungs. Tenko slumps over a little, dumbfounded. “You did what?”

“I know, I know, but I didn’t do it for no reason. The First One for All user told me that All for One is my father, so I-”

“What?” Tenko interrupts, focusing solely on Izuku. “Why would he say such an awful thing?” All for One, while not exactly a father to him, he was the closest thing Tenko had to a father figure for the longest time (unless he counts Kurogiri, which he only does when he’s feeling sentimental). All for One’s parenting leaves much to be desired, and he wouldn’t wish what he endured on anyone - let alone someone as good as Izuku.

“He didn’t do it to be cruel, but I got curious.”

“And you visited him.”

“I visited him,” Izuku confirms. “But he got all excited, said if I didn’t take a DNA test he would put a hit out on All Might.”

“Jesus. Where were the guards?”

Izuku doesn’t speak, shrugging his shoulders.

“Izuku?” Tenko asks, growing more and more concerned. “Where were the guards?”

“They weren’t in the room with us.”

“But they were observing you, right? Keeping you safe, right?” His blood pressure rises again - it seems to do that a lot when Izuku Midoriya’s around.

“I assume so…” His little brother stares at his hands, which are clasped in his lap.

“You assume so?”

“Well, I mean, they weren’t in the room with us and I didn’t see a camera so-”

“They left you in a room alone with All for One.” His eyes narrow. “I’m going to kill them.”

A squeak escapes Izuku, and he frantically waves his arms around. “Please, don’t. I’m fine, I promise. All for One was surprisingly decent to me.”

Tenko forces himself to settle down. “Okay. And then what happened?”

“I took the test, and had to wait a week for the results.”

“When you got pulled from our visit earlier than normal last week, that was-”

“The test results coming in, yes.”

Tenko’s mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, as his brother’s behavior suddenly makes sense. “They came back positive, didn’t they?”

Izuku fidgets with his fingers, face turning red. “Yeah…”

“How did All for One take it?”

“Great,” Izuku says, but he doesn’t sound the least bit happy. Knowing All for One, Tenko can sympathize. “He hugged me, but I felt like I was getting choked out.”

Tenko chuckles.

“It’s not funny!”

“Mhm, yeah, no, you’re right. Totally not funny. But you have to admit that being hugged by the very supervillain that wanted you dead not two weeks ago, is a little funny.”

Izuku pouts. “No.”

Tenko stiffles his laughter, ruffling his brother’s hair. “Anyway, what happened next?”

“I untangled myself from him, bolted for the door, and haven’t gone back since.”

“Smart.” He hums, flicking Izukus’ forehead.

“Ow!” Izuku looks at him, rubbing his forehead. “What was that for?”

“For not using your brain. That could have ended very badly. What if All for One decided he wanted you dead? Huh?”

“Sorry,” Izuku murmurs. “I just…I’ve never had a dad before. I mean, I have All Might, and he's wonderful and patient and all the things I hope to be when I’m older. But The First told me that All for One could be my father, and it’s like nothing else mattered. I had an opportunity to finally put a face to the other person who helped bring me into this world. To finally feel complete. I shouldn’t have done what I did, but I needed closure.”

Tenko should feel betrayed. He should feel rage and resentment, because after everything All for One did to him, Izuku went to see him anyway. But he doesn’t.

He places a hand on Izuku’s head, one finger poised (he no longer has to worry about his quirk, or quirks, but Tenko is so used to being mindful of the placement of his fingers that it’s become second nature). “You….you don’t have to explain yourself.”

Izuku looks at him - eyes shimmering even in the muted fluorescent lights.

“I won’t say I understand. I had a father, and he was….” Tenko searches for the correct word to describe how dysfunctional his dad was. How childhood trauma shaped his dad just like it shaped him. “Traumatized and cruel, but he was there. Even if I sometimes wished he wasn’t.”

“Tenko…”

He sighs, ruffling the boy’s hair. Tenko drops his hand. “You did what you had to do. Just promise me one thing.”

“Yeah?”

Tenko fixes his brother with a stern glare. “Don’t you ever do something that stupid again. Okay?”

“Okay,” Izuku murmurs. “I promise.”

-x-x-x-

Izuku lays down to sleep that night, exhausted but restless. He tosses and turns. The blanket’s scratchy and makes him too hot, but when he pulls it off he’s way too cold.

He huffs, glaring at the water-stained ceiling. One of the (many) downsides of being a part of the recovery team is the accommodations. Due to most of the shelters and bunkers going to civilians and other officials, they’re stuck with the bare minimum of essentials. A shack with a bare mattress, scratchy blanket, and no pillow isn’t the worst place Izuku’s laid down to sleep in the last week. Not that it makes it anymore bearable.

Unable to find sleep, he slides out of bed. Maybe a walk will clear his mind, or at the very least tire him out.

Outside is a mess of half-cleared rubble and piles of dust that Izuku chooses to believe is from the buildings themselves and not ...well, he would rather not think of the alternative.

The night air is cool, a breeze keeps the summer heat at bay. The moon is out tonight, shining down on Japan in all its glory. A fact that Izuku is thankful for, because all the streetlights and storefronts are gone, leaving the street desolate and dark.

Izuku hesitates for a moment. Walking alone at night isn’t a smart move, and he did promise Tenko he would make better decisions. But….

It’s not like he can’t defend himself.

It’s eerily quiet out - something he still hasn’t gotten used to, even all these weeks later. And he has to steel his nerves to keep moving forward.

Izuku hears First before he sees him. “Izuku Midoriya!”

He keeps walking, arms crossed and eyes focused straight ahead. “Hi, First.”

The First floats beside him, ghostly in appearance in the real world. “Don’t, ‘Hi, First,” me.”

“Okay.”

“Go to sleep.” A cold hand grips his shoulder, yanking on his shirt. “You need to get some rest.”

“No.”

“Izuku, it’s not safe out here.”

Maybe it’s due to the lack of sleep or the stress he’s constantly under, but Izuku rolls his eyes. “As if I haven’t been in more dangerous situations.”

The First stares at him - silent. He disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving Izuku alone. And despite his attitude, Izuku isn’t sure if he’s grateful for that or not.

And then, The Second decides to make himself known, and Izuku suddenly wishes to be alone again.

“Oi, boy, what are you doing acting reckless?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Izuku mumbles, looking at the ground. He hates when Second starts mother-henning him. At least when First or Seventh does it, they’re kinder.

“Oh? So, that gives you permission to run amok in the streets.”

“I’m not running amok. I’m just taking a stroll. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal? No big deal ?”

Izuku grumbles something under his breath. “I’m fine.”

“You’ll be fine, eventually, once you go to sleep.”

Stubbornly, Izuku keeps moving forward, over debris. Now, he has to stay awake. It’s not smart, and logically he understands the vestiges' urgency. But he would rather eat glass than admit Second might be right.

“Please, kid,” Second pleads, hovering in front of him. “If not for me, then for First. He cares about you. We all do.”

Before Izuku can respond, there’s a loud thud to his right. Danger sense hadn’t activated, so it’s probably not a villain. Still…

“Kid, I think it’s time to go- boy!”

Izuku ignores Second, venturing closer to where he heard the sound.

A half-melted trash can on its side greets him. Its lid lays a few feet away, which is likely the cause of the noise. “False alarm,” he says, over his shoulder. “See? There’s nothing to worry Hmpf!” A hand clamps over his mouth. He struggles, kicking his legs wildly. The hand tightens, and Izuku is pulled to someone’s chest. He throws out blackwhip, trying to strangle the person just enough to free himself.

“Hello, again, Izuku.”

Izuku’s blood runs cold. His eyes widened, and he freezes up, letting blackwhip fizzle out. In his brief moment of terror-struck shock, All for One removes his hand from Izuku’s mouth and places it over his forehead.

He never stood a chance, falling limp in the villain’s awaiting arms.

-x-x-x-

All for One hums, combing his fingers through Izuku’s hair. This feels like a dream. A fantasy come to life. What has he done to deserve such good fortune? He’s been nothing short of terrible since the day he was born - something that usually brings him pride. But this….this is the best thing that has ever happened to him.

If Inko had come to him, instead of running away, he would have considered giving up villany. Maybe not forever, but long enough to see their son grow up. They could have compromised.

But no, she ran away, taking the most precious thing he’s ever had. Taking away his right to be a father. Taking his child away.

The hand combing his son’s hair, suddenly grips the curls. Izuku groans in his sleep, turning his head away. All for One relaxes his hold, chuckling. “Sorry, little one.” He presses a kiss to Izuku’s forehead. “I’m just happy I finally got ahold of you. We can be a family.”

He gives his son one last kiss on the head, standing up.

All for One made sure that Izuku’s bedroom was nicely furnished, before retrieving his son. There’s plenty to do, too. Enough at least that, should he be away for a while, his son won’t grow bored.

He smiles, watching Izuku sleep. His face is angelic, and vaguely reminds All for One both of Inko and Yoichi.

“You’ll be happy here, Izuku. I’m going to take great care of you.”

All for One leaves, closing and locking the vault’s door behind him.

#daddecember2023 #daddecember #sfw #dfo au #cross posted on ao3 #mha fanfiction #izuku and all for one #vault time #no.15 #why didn't you tell me #no.16 #vault #originally no.13 #changed prompts around #queue

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Pink Lemonade

(Notes: Woah there buckaroo- this here is a fic intended for those ages 18 and up. What does that mean? It means that there will be naughty words and even naughtier actions. There are things in here that will not fly in your typical christian fic. You have been warned, enter at your risk.

Fic Specific Notes: For the sake of this work of fanfiction, everyone in the story is written to be 18 or above, and UA is a college. )

An alarm blaring woke Izuku up from a restless slumber. He had gotten up earlier than the rest of his class for the longest time, long before he had arrived at U.A. He had to maintain his training will All Might, to become a vessel worthy of being the Ninth Holder of One for All. But right now, he had no desire greater than to simply curl up into a ball and return to his bed. He had been showing significant progress in his exercises. He was not built like All Might, but he was built nonetheless. And something inside him was eating him away like there was insects under his skin. Every time he looked in the mirror, it was as if he was facing a greater villain than he had when he had tackled Stain.

Izuku’s tired eyes met the mirror again. He knew he needed to get dressed. Even if he wasn’t directly training with All Might today, he needed to get to the gym and maintain his workout schedule. It took his mind off of things at the least. Izuku threw on some basic black shorts, and a shirt that read ‘Work Out Shirt’, which he supposed was actually accurate.

He hadn’t expected to meet anyone on the way to the gym, but as he groggily approached the gym, he bumped into something… soft. Both he and whatever he bumped into had an arrangement with the pavement.

“Owwwwwww- oh! Hey Zuzu, good mornin!”

The muffled groan quickly transitioned into a pleasant, perky voice.

“Oof- Sorry Ashido, I wasn’t looking where I was going….”

“Zuzu, you can call me Mina, we’re friends after all!”

She practically bounced up and offered Izuku a hand getting up.

“I wasn’t lookin where I was goin either, so I suppose we’re both to blame.”

She beamed a smile, and Izuku accepted her hand, and got up. Neither Izuku or Mina pulled out of the other’s grasp for a pregnant pause. Izuku realized he had been holding Mina’s hand for too long, and went a bright crimson red, matching Kirishima’s hair dye. He pulled his hand away.

His eyes scanned Mina, she was wearing a very similar outfit to him, same black shorts and white shirt, except with a sports brand logo instead of gimmick text. It was slightly too big for her and it showed off a basic black sports bra beneath.

“So whatcha doin up early?”

“Oh- uh, I wake up around this time every day, I’ve been doing training over in the gym, and before we moved into the dorms, I usually would go for a run.”

“Oooooooooooo- I usually do some yoga and stretches, but going for a run is probably a good idea. Need to maintain this flexibility after all-”

She quickly kicked her leg above her head, and caught it with her hand.

“Mind if I join ya Zuzu?”

Y-yes! Sounds great haha-”

Izuku stammered and waved his hands, before trying to maintain composure at the thought of hanging out with a girl.

“Heh- You just had the thought of me hot and sweaty didntcha?”

Izuku stumbled and fell as if he had bumped into Mina again.

“Hahahahaha- I guess I know the answer now.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him back up, looking down at him with a bright smile.

Izuku was glad that even if she was teasing, Mina was here to help him out of his depressive episode.

…

“Fuckin- heck… Zuzu if you wanted to see me sweaty you got your wish”

Mina had made it about a quarter of Izuku’s normal run distance before she pulled him aside onto a bench so she could take a breather. She was sweating bullets, her top had been nearly entirely soaked through. Izuku did his best not to stare. He knew that with a girl like Mina, he’d never hear the end of the teasing.

“S-sorry Mina… It’s an intense workout routine. H-here, take this.”

Izuku passed her a water bottle. Mina took one short swig and then promptly squeezed the bottle over her head, spraying water over herself.

“Mi-MINA?!”

“... That was a much dumber idea than I thought. I just wanted to cool myself off-”

She shook her head in a manner similar to a dog, shaking water off- and onto Izuku.

“Sorry if I splashed ya a bit there Zuzu.”

“I-it’s no problem, I brought you out here… But um. Mina… Your shirt-”

Mina’s shirt had been entirely soaked through, fusing her top and sports bra beneath. The cheap white fabric went see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Mina’s face flushed, which Izuku needed to suppress a giggle at, as she simply got more pink.

“Wow Zuzu- you perv you’re staring at me all hot and wet like this-”

“I-IT’S NOT LIKE THAT-”

“Hehehehe, I’m jokin I’m jokin- you’re just too cute when you’re flustered-”

“C-cute?”

A new sensation washed over Izuku. He’d been called handsome by a few of his classmates, and manly by others, but those always caused a twinge of… sadness. This was. Something else. This was pure euphoria.

“Yea Zuzu, you’re cute. If we gotcha in somethin cute, you’d fit into our girl’s club no issue!”

“D-do you really think so?”

“Hmm? Zuzu-”

“I mean- I know it’s possible. We trained with Tiger and the rest of the PussyCats, but it’s fairly common knowledge about his transition, and he’s still a great pro hero whose loved by countless people. Maybe I could be the same. Oh man this is something I hadn’t even thought of.”

Izuku rambled out quickly, putting pieces together in her brain.

“Woah woah woah, slow your roll there Zuzu. I think I caught, ‘trained, pussy, and transition’ in there-”

“Oh um. Sorry. I’ve just been um. Working things out in my head…”

Izuku could swear he saw a loading bubble appear next to Mina’s head. And then she dinged.

“OH! I see! Wanna be a girl Zuzu?”

“A-am I allowed?”

“Of course! All the girls are sweeties, you should know, you’ve probably been sleepin with all of them other than poor lil ol me-”

She teased her with a mock pout.

“MINA!!!!”

“Heheh. You’re such a cinnamon roll Zuzu. So cute. Even cuter as a girl-”

“W-wait I haven’t even changed anything-”

“Still cuter. Look atcha.”

Mina pinched Izuku’s cheeks and then played with her face in her hands.

“We should get to the locker rooms, I need to get changed, and so do you- I got some spare stuff you should try-”

…

Very few of her classmates were awake at the moment, but Izuku was flush red at Mina, still soaking wet, physically dragging them into the dorms, past Shinso and Denki with wide eyes. Denki pouring a glass of juice for himself managed to overfill his glass uncaring, as he watched Mina pull Izuku into the girl’s locker room. Shinso had dropped his coffee cup clean on the floor, only getting out of his shock with the sound of the mug breaking.

“... I liked that mug.”

“I’m just shocked. I would’ve expected Izu to end up with like. Ochaco or that Melissa girl he was with before.”

“Personally my bet was always Jiro.”

“Oooooo going for the sleeper pick. I can see it Shinso.”

“Shame, if no girl acted by the end of this year, I would’ve done it myself.”

Denki looked at Shinso with a smirk.

“Oh bisexual too? Based.”

Shinso looked back at Denki with a warm smile, which nearly killed the poor boy, not used to seeing the emo like this.

…

“Mina- I- I can’t be in here you know that-”

Izuku was a mess covering her eyes.

“Nope, you’re a girl, you’re allowed in here, besides we gotta get you all dolled up!”

Mina stripped off her wet clothes and a devilish grin crossed her face.

“Hey Zuzu- you’re good to open your eyes.”

She smirked as she watched the new girl slowly open their eyes and slowly look over her body. It took a moment before Izuku fully took in the sight before her, and she promptly screamed.

“M-MINA! Y-YOU’RE NOT DECENT-”

“I know right? I’m not Momo, but I’d say I’m more big than average, or decent if you prefer that word~”

Mina was having too much fun with the poor girl, who nearly fainted. Mina finished laughing to herself before continuing.

“Alright Zuzu, it’s your turn. You’re a girl now and I gotta help ya!”

“H-help?”

“Well I gave ya that show since you’re gonna need to strip for me- We gotta get you showered and shaved before we getcha in these-”

Mina presented a pair of pink lace panties to the girl, who then fainted for real.

…

“F-father above Midoriya…”

Mina’s eyes went wide at the sight before her. She knew Izuku was ripped before today, too many times had her shirt been torn off while fighting, but oh boy. That did NOT compare to what came on the bottom half.

“I think the boys are jealous that there’s a girl bigger than all of them-”

Mina’s face was a mix of nervousness, and… Izuku hoped it wasn’t lust. Well. Part of her hoped it was lust.

“Alright so, we’re gonna be using my products, gotta condition that hair of yours. It’s curly like mine so it should go perfectly-”

“A-are you sure that’s alright?”

“No worries, I got loads of this stuff imported. Not many curly haired freaks like us in Japan.”

Mina giggled as her and Izuku slowly settled into being comfortable in the showers together.

Mina’s hands were gentle as she shampooed Izuku’s curls, it was like a massage to the head.

“I see you get bad tangles too- I know a perfect brand of brush that works for our curls…”

Izuku was so genuinely happy to hear Mina talk so happily about stuff like this. And that she could learn it. And above all, she was glad Mina was here to be a friend to her when she needed it.

Izuku shuddered at Mina’s touch as the cool shaving cream was spread onto her. Mina smirked as she lingered extra long over Izuku’s delicates, bringing the poor girl back to her blush.

“Glad I can still tease ya with no issue~”

Mina softly treated Izuku, showing how to properly shave on one leg, before Izuku followed their instructions on the other. Before long, the two of them had rid Izuku of all their body hair, and Izuku was only slightly more scarred than before. Razors suck.

They rinsed off, and towelled themselves off, Mina showing how to wrap the towel ‘like a girl’ around Izuku’s body.

And then as they exited the showers they walked into a locker room full of all the girls.

“Well…” Mina started

“Shit.” Izuku finished.

#fanfic #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha #my hero academia fanfic #my hero academia #transfem izuku #mina ashido

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 2 years

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As Long as I'm Next to You

as long as i'm next to you by aroacecanon

- He holds up a few All Might themed bandages, “Here! These will make you feel better!” Izuku is smiling again.

Before Tenko can give any kind of response, Izuku is already reaching up to put them on his face. It makes Tenko freeze. Not for any bad reason. No, he's not nervous. It's just been so long since someone has been this nice to him.

Izuku is so focused that his tongue is sticking out a little bit, and his fingers are precise with their gentle movements… It's as if taking care of Tenko is the most important thing in the world. So important that he's giving the older boy his full attention. When was the last time someone took care of him? When was the last time someone gave him positive attention? He can't remember… This… This is nice. He pulls the other boy into a hug. Izuku hesitates, just for a moment, before hugging back. - What if Tenko and Izuku had met a little bit earlier. Before, if ever, Tenko's quirk manifested?

Could they lift each other up on a bad day?

Could they even be friends?

Words: 2274, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Quirkless Discrimination, Kid Midoriya Izuku, Kid Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, POV Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Protective Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is Not a Villain, tenko deserved better, so he will in this fic, hashtag give tenko a happy ending, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Needs a Hug, Sweet Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Sweet Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42480342

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Tomura Shigaraki #Inko Midoriya #R:G #A:Aroacecanon #Quirkless AU

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deusvervewrites · 2 years

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In the West AU: Would the events of the first movie still happen here? Because you mentioned that All Might would introduce Izuku to Melissa but that he wouldn't meet 1-A until the Licensing Exam.

Possibly? I said that he wouldn't introduce them earlier than canon, but if the movie happens he would've met 1-A at the I-Island Expo during the attack.

#asks #in the west au

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jma3m · 2 years

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wheres the body

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE

Izuku "Deku" Midoriya is missing and Katsuki is going to find him. Little does anyone know he's actually dead.

MONDAY

Izuku:

Sobbing is the only noise to be heard in the forest. It's desolate. Almost like the animals see Deku the same way he and the rest of the world see him. He’s been so tired. So done. He thought about asking for help. Things have been getting worse. But then he remembered that he was quirkless. Then he realized the “help” he would get being quirkless.

There’s a reason no one wants to help people like me. We’re a cancer to society. I would be doing the world a favor by ending it all now.

At this thought, his sobs get far louder and heavier. He tugs at his hair but that does nothing to comfort him. He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes as if he can plug his ducts and force himself to stop. He can’t. He hates this. He can only think of one way to make it stop. And it's the very thing that's brought him to his old childhood romp. He thought about doing it Kacchan’s way but knew if he did, Kacchan might get into trouble given the boy's wording earlier that day.

A small but vicious part of him wants to throw himself off a building just so that his childhood friend would be forced to live with it. To acknowledge his part in what he's about to do. He squashes that part of himself quickly though and feels disgusted with himself for ever having such a thought. And besides, he’d really prefer for his body to not traumatize some innocent bystander. Still audibly sobbing he stands up on shaky legs and with shaky hands, he ties the rope. Then with his shaky body, he forces the small stool he brought out from under his feet and dangles and sways with his final shaky breath.

Katsuki:

“Take a swan dive off the roof and pray you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life!”

Katsuki faces his ceiling and replays his vile words over and over. He regretted saying it the moment those words fell from his tongue.

Of course, I don’t actually want Deku to die! It just came out! He knows that. And it's not like he’s ever listened to any of my bullshit anyways. As badly as he wants to take those words back apologizing isn’t an option. The least I can do is back off. And with this thought, he closes his red eyes and sleeps peacefully.

Inko:

“1-1-0 what’s your emergency?” The operator's calm voice is met with hysterical crying and a frantic response.

“My *sob* my baby- my son! He is-isn’t home yet *sob* and-and I thought he may b-be out with fr-frie-*sob*-friends but i- he- he’s never gone this long an-*sob*-and he–”

“Okay, ma’am I’m going to ask you to breathe. I am going to file a missing persons report. We’ll find your son.” The green-haired woman stays on the phone and overloads the operator with information on her baby. Once the line is dead she leaves a message to her currently sleeping best friend and leaves the house to search. She thought briefly of staying in case he returned but decided to leave a note.

“If you see this Izuku call me. I'm worried. Love you, Mama.” She doesn't receive any calls that night.

TUESDAY

Katsuki:

The next day in class is quiet. Unnervingly quiet in Katsuki’s opinion. There's no incessant mumbling, no pathetic sobs, no taunts, no fighting. Nothing. It's normal. Until it isn’t. Where’s the nerd? He ignores the growing pit in his stomach. The unsettling quiet is disrupted by the annoying ringing that all classroom phones have.

“Bakugou. Grab your things and head to the office. Your mom’s here.” Huh? Shouldn’t the hag be at work? The fuck is she doing here for? He does as he’s told silently. The quiet has spread from environment to person. The walk to the office feels all too short as he’s wrapped up in the day's oddities.

Everything feels wrong. I guess it's just one of those days. He solidifies a scowl on his features and steels himself for whatever awaits him on the other side of that door. Mom never takes me outta school. Whatever's up is gonna be ugly. Nothing he imagined could have or would have prepared him for what he was faced with.

“Want ice cream, kiddo?”

What the hell is going on. She’s taking me out of school for ice cream? And she didn’t yell? Did she just ask nicely? And what’s with kiddo? It’s usually brat!

“Sure” Mitsuki smiles softly at her boy. This rattles him beyond anything else that’s bothered him today. Something seriously bad must have happened. The pit in his stomach widens.

Inko:

Crossing the threshold separating home from outside world, the formally bright woman doesn’t bother turning the lights on. Instead, she moves through the darkness and checks her phone. Nothing. She had searched all night long and yet still she turns up empty.

“Izuku? Are you home, honey?” She’s met with a static silence. Like the quiet is moving, spreading, and infecting. She comes down with it too. No longer are her cries loud and wrenching. She's far too tired to emote so wholeheartedly. Slouching near the couch on the floor, the most she can manage are quiet neverending tears. They are fat and hot as they fall and separate, covering her face. The small home feels all too large. Too quiet, too dark, too hollow, too lonely. She sits in it all until sleep takes its hold.

Katsuki:

Eyes wide, lungs unbreathing, heart pounding. “What?” He vaguely registers his ice cream melting in its cup as he finally manages a response. His parents give each other a sad look before responding.

“Izuku’s gone missing. After this we’re going to check on Auntie. We wanted to break the news to you before going over.” His dad places a supportive hand on his shoulder.

“Take a swan dive…” He wouldn’t. Would he? No way. He would never. Besides someone would have found his body! The useless fucker must have gotten himself lost or kidnapped or something!

“C’mon. Eat up.” his mother's words are short. To the point. But her voice and her eyes are filled with a softness that he never thought she was capable of. She’s feeling grateful to have her son.

Inko:

“Inko? Inko, wake up hon.” Mitsuki?

“How’d you get in?” My throat hurts.

“We knocked. But when you didn't answer we got worried and let ourselves in. You didn’t lock the door.”

“Oh.”

“Let’s get you up, yeah? The floor can’t be that comfortable. At least on to the couch.” Without responding she lets herself be supported by the married couple. Her dull eyes catch the youngest in the room. He looks a bit pale and his demeanor is far meeker than he’s supposed to be. He’s quiet.

“Masaru and I are gonna get lunch ready okay? You just relax.” With those words, the pair took to the kitchen. It's only then that she notices the grocery bags. They didn't have to go through all this trouble…

“Have a seat, Katsuki. You look drained.” The sounds from the kitchen make her feel better. It sounds like life. “Don’t worry. They’ll find him.” He does as he’s told without so much as a nod to the woman.

“I know you two haven’t always gotten along but that doesn’t mean you can’t care. I know you’re worried. And I know ‘Zuku’ll appreciate you being concerned for him. It’ll be okay.”

It will be okay. Honestly, I don’t think I'm saying this so much for Kat. More for myself. But I feel better. More certain. I can’t give up. The dead in her eyes is suddenly replaced with renewed resolve and fresh tears. She’s able to sob again. Doesn’t sound like an improvement but it makes her feel better. Katsuki awkwardly hugs the woman.

“Auntie. You listen real fucking close okay. I’ll find him. I swear I’m gonna find him and drag his ass back home.”

Inko supposes they’re both feeling determined now. Good. The Bakugous stayed with Inko that night. She appreciated the company.

WEDNESDAY

Katsuki:

School continues the next day just as quietly but far slower. Granted, he actually has to stay the entire day this time. It’s difficult for Katsuki to concentrate. How can he when his search officially starts today? The missing person flyers in his bag weigh on his mind like a ton of bricks. He looked yesterday with his dad. His mom went with Inko. They looked in pairs until dinner. Their goal for staying with Auntie is to make sure she’s taking care of herself. They think they should leave the looking to the police.

Once school is let out Katsuki begins to wander. Where would Deku be off to that would get him lost like this? In other words, he has no idea where to begin looking. It’s been so long since the two have had an actual conversation so, of course, he wouldn’t know where to look. There's a faraway crashing sound and a plume of smoke.

Heroes! Of course! If there's one thing I know about the shit nerd it’s his freaky obsession with heros! The jerk probably ran off to be a hero groupy or something! And so Katsuki runs toward the commotion. The scene is chaotic but not in an abnormal-I’m-in-imminent-danger way. Just a large crowd of people all trying to get a glimpse of the action. He pulls out one of the flyers and starts asking the crowd goers. He’s often met with two different responses. The first, an uninterested shake of the head as the person is in a hurry to get back to the fight and the second response is a pitiful expression and an apology. The former response pisses him off and the latter also pisses him off. He’s trying to find a missing kid. The least these losers can do is pay attention. And as for the others, he doesn't want or need their pity. Pity is for the weak and if there is one thing Katsuki refuses to be it’s weak.

The fight is over, the villain is captured, the crowd is starting to disperse, and still no sign of Deku. So he takes a big breath in and: “Deku!” No one calls back. Another breath. “Deku!” Nothing. Shit. This Place is gonna completely clear out. If he’s here I need to find him. Another breath. “M-Midoriya!” He pauses, waiting, expecting a small surprised “ Kacchan? ” Instead, he feels a heavy hand on his shoulder. Definitely not that puny green bean. He turns quickly to get the stranger's hand off of him.

“Heard you looking for a Midoriya?” Katsuki pauses. The man's expression is set like a brick wall. It’s cold, hard, and jagged looking. The gravel in his voice matches.

“Yeah. You seen this kid?” He holds the flyer up. This guy might be weird but if he has information on where he is then Katsuki can endure one conversation.

“Why ya looking for ‘im?” Ex-fucken-scuse-me that is none of your weird nosey bald business you–

“He’s missing. His mom’s been looking for him for two days. So you got any information on where he might be or not?!”

“Nah. I haven’t seen the kid in a while.” Katsuki has had quite enough of this conversation.

Stupid bastard pulling me along by a string just to be absolutely NO fucking help. Great!

“But I can help you find him.” Katsuki pauses, having trouble processing what he could possibly mean by that. “Quit staring and pass me that flyer in yer hand.” His eyes relax into a glare but he does what he’s told.

“This is mostly good. Get rid ‘a this here then email it to me. Here's my info.” Katsuki’s eyes focus first on where the man was pointing and then on the slip of paper being pushed at him.

“You always carry around paper with your email on it, old man?” The man in question only chuckles a little at the accusation. Perhaps even sheepishly. “And why the hell should we take that out. He is quirkless. HEY! And how the hell do you know the nerd, anyways?!”

“I’m a cameraman for Channel Four. Ran into him a ton while villain chasing. I only talked to the kid cause he pushed me outta the way of a blast. Had half a mind to yell at ‘im till I saw some of the damage that woulda been me. After that I let him do a few of those bystander reports. He’s a familiar and pleasant face in crowds like these.” Katsuki feels something almost warm in his chest at this. If he didn’t know any better he would think it was awe or respect. But it isn’t. So the idiot managed to help another idiot. Doesn’t mean anything! “Im not the only one either. He’s got a shit ton of support. Among cameramen at least. And as for deleting the quirkless bit, that’s because no one’s gonna take this search seriously if you tell ‘em he’s quirkless. Hell, the bastard cops probably already threw the case in the garbage. Figure he’s already dead in a ditch somewhere. That’s just how our sucky society is right now, kid. A person's worth is measured by something as insignificant as a quirk.” He’s a little taken aback by this. He’ll admit that he is a little bit impressed that the boys managed to make connections with not only this wacko but from the sounds of it most news crews. And yet that loser doesn’t have a single friend at school. Katsuki decides to latch on to the bit about quirkism.

“It’s not insignificant! Look at All Might! He’s got a great quirk and-”

“And All Might is part ‘a that lucky twenty-something-percent that gets to be a hero. The rest are regular people who aren’t even allowed to use their power anyways. But as soon as someone see’s that insignificant status that is required for any official documents it’s over. If you wanna save your friend, delete his quirk status.” He’s silent at this. He knows it’s true but it's difficult to think about. The only reason anyone tolerates him is his quirk. It’s the only reason his dumb extras hang around. He doesn’t care about them, doesn’t even like them. But it makes him uncomfortable knowing that they don’t really like him, that they aren’t really friends.

If that's the case then… Am I actually that much better? That different? Of course, the blonde pushes these thoughts away immediately. I am. And I always have been .

“Fine. I’ll fix it and send it to you or whatever. Then what? How are you supposed to help?” He snatches the contact information.

“I’m sending it to every local news station thats ran into the kid. That’s pretty much all of them. There’s people behind the scenes that’ll fight to push the story as hard as possible. He’s gonna be a big deal until he’s found.”

“You… said you villain chase?” His eyebrows raise in response. Katsuki doesn’t need verbal confirmation. “Can I come with you for the rest of today?” He found out in the news van that the man's name is Shin.

There was someone who was my friend before. Huh. The Nerd, Midoriya, was not at any of the other villain fights.

THURSDAY

Inko:

Turning on the news that morning left Inko with a lot of feelings. Hope, sadness, confusion. Lots of confusion. Why… how is Izuku on the news? Not only on the news but all over it! She glances at the youngest Bakugou. Their family won’t leave her alone. The four are taking turns. They would stay in the Midoriya household for a few days. Then when it was time to go home for showers and to sleep in their own beds, they drag the woman along with them and she stays at their house until it is time to go back and the whole thing starts over again. Once Marsuru and Mitsuki left for work and the house was quiet she brought up the news. Katsuki, who is getting ready for school, stops what he's doing to respond.

“He… He knew- knows a ton of them. The whoever’s that run things or whatever. I mean news crews. He met them while chasing villains like the danger-seeking idiot he is. But I guess it worked out this time.” And then he’s back to focusing on the day ahead of him and getting ready for school. They ended up leaving the house together. I want to see if the police have any new information.

Katsuki:

He’s still fucking missing. Fuck. Concentrating in class is still difficult but not as bad as yesterday for Katsuki. He sent the email last night with the new poster and sure enough, Izuku’s face was all over the T.V. that morning. Maybe that's why he can concentrate now. Because he has help with his search. He was once again faced with the reality that he was somewhat impressed that his nerd had managed to make such strong connections with various news crews. Because really who the hell else has connections like that? Now that the green-haired boy's face is famous he’s suddenly become the talk of the school. Some classmates would chuckle to themselves and comment something about him being hate-crimed. Others suddenly cared very much for the boy.

Quit your crying you attention whore. Last time you saw him you didn’t even know he had a name that wasn't Deku. He would love to snap at all of them but it would make him hypocritical. He had been an asshole to Midoriya too and now he was leading the search for the boy. Damn. I’m probably the biggest hypocrite here.

Class ends and he makes his way to the exit. Okay. The fuckin news guys are gonna handle the search at villain fights so… Where should I look now… Where else would he go… Merch shops! The nerd has a ton of hero merch in his room! Unless he bought it online… Doesn’t matter! Just look!

And off the explosive goes. He starts at the one closest to school. It’s filled to the brim with kids his age. A few times Katsuki thinks he might have found Midoriya but each time he is wrong. After a while he’s sure the boy isn’t here. He makes his way to the register with one of the posters in hand.

“Hey. You seen this kid?” For some reason, he’s feeling a little sick. He’s scared to get his hopes up.

“No. Sorry.” The nerves deflate a bit but it isn’t satisfying in the least.

“Can you put this up?”

“Sure.” and with that, he’s off to the next merch store. The process repeats three more times before he gets an idea. Or maybe more of a thought. He wouldn’t want to be caught by jackass classmates. Somewhere far enough that no one from school would be there but close enough to get there and home before his mom can worry. Would he spend money on the train for this? Or is there somewhere far enough but still within walking distance? For once Katsuki is faced with a terrible case of analysis paralysis. He really doesn't know where to go or what to do from this point. Stop being dumb and do something! He pulls out his phone:

Me: Where’d he get his All Might shit?

Auntie: Language. He likes a store in Naruhata. I’m not sure what specific store though.

Me: Thanks.

And with that Katsuki hops onto the first train to Naruhata. He has the monthly pass. Immediately upon getting off the train a shop catches his eye. There. It has to be this one ! He makes his way over to the shop. It’s small looking from the outside and smaller feeling on the inside. The owners seemed to have felt the need to cram as much merchandise as possible into the little building. Because of this Katsuki is having to squeeze between people and racks and displays. He is sure that the place is nearing its capacity if it hasn’t reached it already. How is a place so rinky-dinky and small so damn busy? It doesn’t matter really. No one in the shop or near it is Midoriya so once again he makes his way to the register.

“You seen him?” To the point as ever.

“That's Izuku! I usually see him on Mondays and Wednesdays. He didn’t come this week though. I- I saw on the news…” Katsuki Takes in the cashier's appearance. She has light brown hair. It's cut short enough to still be put into a small low ponytail and covering her forehead are bangs. Her eyes are big and chocolate brown. Whatever she has on for bottoms is hidden by the register station. At the mention of Midoriya, purple hyacinths burst from the styled brown. Flower quirk. Yeah. She looks like she'd have a flower quirk. She picks them off her scalp slowly and in thought, she begins to speak.

“He’s pretty much the only one who gives me any respect, you know?” Of course I know. He’s nothing if not nice and respectful of every damn person he comes across.

“I mean I work here for a reason! But so many of the people who come in here take one look at me and just know that I don’t belong. A lot of them try to prove it when they get to the register. Not Izuku though. When he comes in and we talk it’s never about him asserting his hero info over mine. He actually wants a conversation! And man does he know a thing or two about heroes! He’s a genius analysis! But I’m sure you know that already! I guess I’m rambling! Sorry…” In a way, the girl reminds Katsuki of Midoriya–

“Wait you call him Izuku? You were really that close?” He can’t help the spark of jealousy in his chest.

“Yeah- I mean Kind of- I mean he has been coming in and talking to me for the past like… Three years now. I think. It's like roughly three years.” It’s then that Katsuki realizes that while he has known the same boy for far longer, he spent that time creating a rift. And now he is starting to think about it and can’t quite understand why. He knows why he thought he was doing it.

Because the idiot was looking down on me. But then he remembers “Of course I know. He’s nothing if not nice and respectful of every damn person he comes across.” He can feel the conflicting thoughts manifesting in his body. Maybe I was wrong. After I find him I’ll talk to him. If he’s still looking down on me then he’s dead meat. If not then maybe we can be friends again.

“Can I have that poster? I’ll hang it up here. That way everyone’ll see it.” He hands it to her wordlessly and turns to leave.

“Wait!” He turns back around. “What's your name?” He pauses for a moment. Ever heard of stranger danger, moron? Then he remembers getting into Shin’s news van. Plus the nerd trusted her and it was fine.

“Bakugou Katsuki.”

“Call me Hana.” She hands him a freshly grown Daffodil with a small and sympathetic smile. What a lazy name. He takes the flower and leaves the shop with pinkening cheeks. He went to a few other merch shops in the area but the day ended the same as the others. No luck.

FRIDAY

Katsuki:

Another day has passed and Izuku still hasn’t been found. The determination that's been in Inko’s and Katsuki’s eyes has started to fade. Not fully gone but slowly re-dwindling. Auntie went to the station yesterday and even with his stupid-freckly-dumb-face all over the damn place, no one's seen him! Tough shit! So no one spotted him yet, it doesn't mean I get to just give up. All it means is he’s still out there waiting to be found.

The school day was over in the same quiet blur as always and before he knew what he was doing he found himself at the train station again. This time he rode to the beach. He walked on the sand following the line where land and salty water meet. The place stunk and was littered with junk. Just in front of him, he sees a group of four seagulls fighting over some moldy crust. What a shit-hole. But he continued his walk anyway. Continuing to take the steps he remembers from childhood. And there it is. The small patch of sand is free of debris and seagull fights. It’s a lonely clearing. The wind and cloud coverage serves to further Katsuki’s impression of the empty spot. No green eyes. No little brats either. No one. He sits there for a little while longer before heading back to the station.

Leaving the clouds behind him, this time he rides to their shared dream school. Here there isn’t a cloud in the sky. It’s huge… He can’t help but marvel at the place. This is where I’m meant to be.

“Hey, You can’t just loiter around here. Scram.” Why is Present Mic hanging on that hobo?

“I’m not loitering. A) I’m a future student so suck it. B) I’m looking for my fr-friend. He wants to be a hero more than anything so I thought he might’ve disappeared to here. You’ve probably seen him on the news or whatever but take this. He’s obsessed with heroes so if you see him do him a favor and send him home.” Do I get to call him that? Fuck it. He shoves the same stupid flyer at Present Mic. Katsuki's hands are immediately in his pockets and he’s quick to turn away and start for the station only to pause.

“And maybe tell the other heroes in the area or whatever” He continues his walk to the station again. The sun is just starting to set.

He passes his house. He passes The Midoriya house. He continues to the playground they used to play at together. A few little kids are running around and horsing around together. On the benches are a few parents. He pauses midstep towards the structure. What am I doing? He isn’t there. And so he maneuvers past the play structure to an all too familiar fence. While the fence is definitely old it's easy to see where the city fixed it after he exploded it when he was a kid. Still old but newer looking. That was the day when things between us really went downhill…

Katsuki climbs over the fence this time and starts his stroll through his former stomping grounds. He pushes the thick shrubbery away from himself while forcing his way down an overgrown path. He makes it to the river from his childhood, or what was left of it, slowly. The log he and his friends used to cross was broken and lying partially in the dried river bank. In place of the lively water he remembered, was barely a puddle. He continues his trek into the wood. The places that used to be theirs in a sense are the last places he can think to look. It’s why he went to their old beach spot and their shared dream school today as well. Looking at their relationship at the time of the freckled one's disappearance Katsuki fully expects to find absolutely no one here. Why the hell would he go somewhere significant to us when any real friendship between us died like ten fucking years ago? But he goes back to ducking under trees and pushing shrubbery anyways. Then he knocks into something.

Somethings? Did it feel like two? Katsuki hears the object or objects swaying as a result of him bumping into them. He first takes in the color. Dingy and dusty red shoes were sadly dangling in his eye line. Reluctantly, fearfully, and slowly he brings his gaze further up. He’s faced with a familiar uniform. It’s stretched and ripping like the body it had adorned put on sudden weight, no time to change. Then an almost familiar freckled face. The boy's face is discolored with how bloated it is and shiny as if he was sweaty and there's fluid leaking from his nose and mouth. Finally, his eyes landed on a familiar set of forest-like curls, darkened and smothered by grease and grime as they are.

There is no denying who this young boy is despite how badly Katsuki wishes he could. Hanging lifelessly in front of him was the very person he had been tirelessly searching for. His mouth opens to scream but as far as he can tell he makes no sound. He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! Oh, fuck-shit-bitch, god dammit, what the fuck! What do I do?! He does the only thing a person can. He calls 1-1-0.

He mindlessly follows the operator's instructions.

“Okay. I’m sending officers your way right now. Get to where they can find you. I know this is hard for you but you're going to have to take them to your friend, okay?” He grunts. It's the only acknowledgment he can offer that he’s registered their instructions. The operator tries talking to Bakugou but he hangs up.

I know what I gotta do now so I don't need you to keep blabbering. He makes it to the fence before he breaks. He feels his throat closing up and he covers the sobbing coming from his mouth as his knees give out. I never wanted you to die! How the hell am I Supposed to tell auntie? He gives a particularly harsh cry at the thought of Inko Midoriya. Fuck. No. No time for the emotional bullshit. He does the best he can to get a grip and jumps the fence again to wait for the police on the street.

Nothing can help Izuku because he’s been dead for what looks like days. He can’t hope anymore. It’s over. He’s gone.

#angst #hurt/no comfort #bakugou angst #suicide #inko midoriya #mitsuki bakugou #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #masaru bakugou #inko and mitsuki are best friends #major character death #bnha

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andypantsx3 · 3 years

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unconventional | 2 | midoriya x reader

summary: HeroExpo is incredible, and that’s not even counting the really cute hero fanboy you just met. Well, you think he might be cute under that Deku cosplay. It’s hard to tell because it’s really, really good. Like, too good.

length: est ~13,000 words | 5 chapters

tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, conventions/fandom culture

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

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Iida Tenya’s Right Nipple (งʘʘ)ง @in_vineration replying to @lmmbb5889 Uh, are we sure that’s not actually Deku? Two years ago somebody caught him just walking around like a regular fan. He was in artist’s alley buying All Might stickers from her friend like it was a totally normal thing to do.

Tomoko [at HeroExpo] @daichi_tdf78 Omg the girl that Dynamight just yelled at. god-i-wish-that-were-me.jpg

Izuku—if that really was his name—was standing right where you had left him.

You hadn’t exactly thought he’d disappear, and you hadn’t given him much time to make an escape besides, but you were still pleased to see him propping up the wall, right where he’d saved you from the candy wrapper.

You’d rushed to rid yourself of the All Might suit and stood there, gulping the fresh, cool air of the staff rooms like a woman almost-drowned for a couple of moments. Then you’d quickly neatened your hair and straightened out your clothes, rushing straight back to Hall C to meet Izuku. You’d be a little underdressed next to him, considering you were only wearing one of those dime-a-dozen dumb commemorative t-shirts—All Might looking cozy in a scarf and nursing a pumpkin spice latte (aka Fall Might)—but there was nothing to be done now. At least you’d worn your cutest, most flattering jeans, and the mascot suit hadn’t done too much damage to your hair.

From further down the hall, you could appreciate the way Izuku filled out his suit even better, the taper from those broad shoulders to slender waist, his leg bracers framing powerful thighs, a bicep bulging where his arm was bent to hold a pale blue notebook up to his face. You could just see his dark eyebrows where they furrowed over the top of the cover, and his hair looked even messier than when you’d left him, like he’d absently been running a gloved hand through it while he read.

Despite the notebook in the way, however, he seemed to sense your approach, and the cover lowered to reveal those keen green eyes again. They widened a little at your approach, like he was surprised to discover there actually had been a human beneath that All Might suit. He scrubbed a hand through that hair again, bicep cording with the movement.

Jesus, was it hot in here?

“Uh, is that a merch book?” you wondered aloud, seizing on anything to turn your attention away from the breadth of his upper arm.

Izuku shook his head, stuffing the notebook away as you approached. “Notes from Best Jeanist’s panel earlier—he always has such interesting reflections on what it means to be a hero. There’s a lot to learn from him.”

You couldn’t help but smile, charmed by the sincerity of his admiration. “So you really are a huge fanboy.”

Izuku flashed you another small, almost-shy little grin. “All my life.”

God he was so cute.

“So, still down for lunch?” you asked, waving him off the wall. He came closer, and you caught a faint whiff of something clean—fabric softener, maybe?—and also minty, kind of like toothpaste.

You hoped you didn’t smell like the inside of the All Might suit.

“Definitely,” Izuku grinned, falling into step beside you. “So, you, um, work for HeroExpo?”

You shook your head, laughing. “No, thank god. I’m just a volunteer so I could get free tickets. I’m a college student.”

Izuku looked interested. “What's your major?”

“Support tech,” you said, “Finishing up my undergrad. My big thing is multifunctional support—building for a primary purpose, like increasing fire power, and then maximizing the amount of other rescue and medical uses that can be snuck in there. Everyone is building single use things right now and in my opinion, they’re missing the tools that could save even more people. ”

Izuku’s look shifted into something even more interested, almost hungry—the look of a total fucking nerd stumbling on a treasure trove of obscure information. “I hadn’t thought of that,” he said, almost reverently. “That’s—wow. Could you make a recommendation for my gear?”

You fought down a flush, caught off guard by the sincerity. You turned away for a moment and focused on stuffing yourself into the end of Lunch Rush’s line so Izuku wouldn’t catch your embarrassment.

“Yeah, I’ve already given a lot of thought to some of the top heroes’ stuff,” you said. “The leg bracers have the most potential for improvement.”

Izuku shifted a thigh as you looked down. You tried very hard not to notice the thick muscle banding along the top of his bracer. “If reinforced differently—I'm thinking a magnesium-based alloy—you’d open up some of the existing space to include more room for support items. My recommendation is to use that for trauma dressings since those are a high priority item that most heroes don’t have room for in their suits—and if you thickened the support around the ankle, you could add even more space for additional tools. I have some small inventions that would fit that I could show you some time.”

Izuku's eyes flickered back up to yours. He looked impressed, and your heart fluttered.

You wondered if the real Deku would be amenable to your proposed changes, if you ever got to meet him. It was kind of hard for a new grad to get access to any of the top heroes, so you doubted you’d get to meet him for a couple years yet. But Izuku’s reaction had you hopeful that if such a big hero nerd was impressed, maybe an actual hero would be too.

You’d hold onto that hope as you tried to work your way up the industry.

“That’s amazing,” Izuku said. He looked at you then, for a long time, until you could feel a hot flush building up in the planes of your face.

You were thankfully saved by Lunch Rush calling for your order, and you quickly ordered the first thing you saw on the menu. Izuku ordered a katsudon, digging around in a pouch on his belt as he did, and you realized he meant to pay.

You shoved yourself in front of him before he could unearth any money. “I said it was my treat,” you told him. “As a thanks for the save.”

“Um, but I—” he started, but you cut him off.

“I’m serious,” you said, looking up at him. Those green eyes went wide. “Thanks.”

He didn’t seem to know what to say, then, a light dusting of pink coloring between his freckles.

It was absolutely unbelievable to you that a dude this hot was so easily abashed, and it just underscored what you already suspected—that he was a genuinely nice guy.

You couldn’t help but feel hopelessly charmed by him, all over again.

Lunch Rush passed you over two steaming hot containers that smelled absolutely heavenly, and you led the way through the crowded cafeteria to a squashy table hidden behind two wilting ferns. You noticed a couple people doing double-takes as Izuku passed, probably as impressed by his convincing suit as you were.

You settled into the table with Izuku, and almost groaned at how good your food looked. You hadn’t been paying attention to what you ordered, too embarrassed, but you’d made out pretty well. It looked like karaage, all golden and crispy, with a side of rice, miso soup, and something speckled orange, white and green, that you thought might be a persimmon daikon salad.

It tasted even better than it looked, and you swore quietly. Damn that was insane.

“Isn’t he amazing?” Izuku asked, his mouth already full of his own food. “It’s been so long since I’ve had his cooking. His katsudon is even better than my mom’s, though I can’t ever tell her that.”

You imagined Lunch Rush’s food was better than anyone on earth’s, so that was probably a fair assessment. Izuku looked utterly blissful, and it definitely made up for the hit to your student-sized wallet.

God you were so whipped already, weren’t you?

You didn’t know how either of you managed to tear your mouths away from the cooking, but you kept up a light conversation as you ate. Izuku packed his lunch away with the enthusiasm that only an absolutely shredded guy in his early twenties could manage. He also proved incredibly easy to talk to, especially once you got him going on the topic of heroes. He noticed everything and anything, pointing out details of people’s cosplays as they passed, and gawking at hero merch. He seemed to know everything—fight stats, personal histories, support equipment details, and he had his own interesting theories on different applications of some heroes’ quirks.

You were a hundred and fifty percent into it.

It wasn’t every day you found a guy capable of talking shop with you, and you had the thought that his intellect and his enthusiasm might even be hotter than his muscles.

When you finished lunch, the conversation got even more involved.

Izuku seemed especially knowledgeable on the legendary UA Class A of 21XX, which had spawned more top heroes than any other hero program to date. Which made sense considering his favorite hero Deku had been their classmate. They were some of your absolute faves too, and you said as much, which—strangely—seemed to ignite another faint blush under those freckles of his.

At one point, Izuku sparked a discussion about Ingenium’s quirk, another of the heroes you’d mentally rebuilt a support suit for, and the two of you got so into it that Izuku retrieved his notebook again. He fed you a couple theories about the complexities of Ingenium’s quirk and you helped him draw up diagrams for different compression methods and a new velocity stack. You didn’t even realize how close you’d gotten to each other, bent over the notebook, until someone cleared their throat behind your shoulder.

You jumped, accidentally headbutting Izuku in the chin.

A small knot of three girls stood there, their body language shy.

“Hi. Are you, um, Deku?” one of them asked, her hair wound into loose blue spirals, like Nejire Chan.

You resisted the urge to lift an eyebrow at her, rubbing your forehead. Who else was he supposed to be dressed as? Izuku’s suit was so accurate, it would be impossible to mistake for another costume. Obviously he was supposed to be Deku.

Izuku just smiled at them, another warm, boyish flash of white.

All of the girls shifted nervously, and the one in the back’s eyes sort of glazed over. You couldn’t blame them. He really did have a beautiful smile.

“I am,” Izuku said, his tone gentle and curious.

“Can we please get a picture with you?” the blue-haired girl asked.

Izuku looked surprised but pleased, and nodded his assent. The girls crowded around him, and you volunteered yourself to take the picture, accepting several phones as they were passed over to you.

As you lifted one of the phones, however, something strange gave you pause.

Though he looked somewhat sharper and more intense in person, you noticed that on camera, Izuku looked pretty much exactly like Deku. His face seemed just a little fuller, his eyes a little rounder, his whole image a little gentler, just like the number one hero himself. Coupled with the suit, the resemblance was totally uncanny, and it took you a moment to shake yourself out of it. You were supposed to be taking pictures, not staring blankly into the image screen.

You took several pictures with each of the girls’ phones, and one of them squealed as you passed it back over to her.

“This is amazing, thank you so much!” she said.

Izuku smiled again, and you could feel every female heart in your immediate radius speed up collectively. Izuku just looked slightly self-conscious, though, and it occurred to you that he genuinely had no idea what effect he had on other people.

You could have pinched him, he was so good.

Izuku still looked sheepish as the pack of girls trotted off, giggling over their phones. Honestly they probably had the right idea. You kind of wanted to take a pic with him, too, just for the excuse to snuggle up under one of those very toned biceps.

You resisted the urge to ask.

“What, um, what panels were you going to this afternoon?” Izuku asked, clearly trying to reroute from that interaction. He sat back down, pulling his abandoned notebook back towards him, those green eyes flickering over it again.

“Edgeshot is supposedly doing something joint with his CMO, CTO, and the head of support,” you said. “I was going to start there. Apparently they’re going to cover some of their tech developments, and how they were able to adapt his hair fibers to create his suit.”

Izuku perked up. “I was going to that one too! He’s so cool, I really looked up to him as a kid. Any chance you’d want to, um, sit with me?”

You had to measure yourself so you didn’t instantly blurt out yes like the pathetic little pile of whipped cream you were. “Oh um, sure!”

Izuku smiled at you again, and you pretended like the sight of it wasn’t turning your brain into the neurological equivalent of a pudding cup.

“What else were you thinking of going to?” he asked, leaning forward eagerly.

You caught another hint of that fresh, cottony scent and your brain went a little foggy with his proximity. It took all of your brain power to dredge up the powers of both memory and human speech in parallel. You were more than a little proud when you sounded perfectly normal as you rattled off the list of panels you’d been wanting to see.

Izuku looked at you consideringly for a couple of moments. His eyes were so, so green.

“Um, it’s okay if you don’t want to, but would you maybe want to go together for the rest of the day?” he asked, his tone light. “I was thinking of going to most of those as well. No pressure if you don’t want to, though!”

You couldn’t believe your luck. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with you? This super cute, super brainy hero nerd who was basically the stuff of every female support engineer’s fantasy, was actually enjoying your company enough to ask for more time together?

“Absolutely,” was out of your mouth before you even fully registered you were answering.

Izuku looked surprised but pleased, another little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He ran a hand through that thick mess of hair again, like he was trying to flatten it, something you were beginning to suspect was an embarrassed habit of his.

“Well then,” he said, getting to his feet. He extended you a gloved hand. “Edgeshot’s room?”

You placed your palm in his, fighting down a shiver as his fingers curled around yours, and he tugged you to your feet.

“Lead the way,” you said, following behind his broad back as he steered the way through the cafeteria. And if you also stared at those very well-trained glutes as he did, well, that was nobody's business but your own.

Izuku led the way through the halls, chattering excitedly again about some of the suit changes you'd discussed for Ingenium. He steered you towards the back of the room as you arrived, and helped you over to a seat in the corner. And if your heartbeat fluttered in your chest as he sank down next to you, still exclaiming over the genius of your designs, well, that was nobody's business but your own too.

Little did you know it would not remain that way for long.

#midoriya x reader #midoriya x you #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #bnha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha

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burnedbyshoto · 3 years

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for want of a bento box

– It’s plain and simple, you see, someone is stealing your bento boxes and you will find your lunch thief! Or, in which Todoroki Shouto keeps taking your bento box and you declare war.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, shouto is a bad chef, I believe I made reader pretty gender neutral but I whipped this out in two hours and I can no longer remember if I used any fem!pronouns but im pretty sure I didn’t

word count: 3,060

a/n: this is for the wonder coworker bnharem collab! I had intended on writing a completely different theme and storyline but was very overwhelmed by how much time it actually needed to be written compared to the amount of time I actually had. that version will be out another time! but for now, enjoy some pure flufffffff!!!!

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Having a normal, functioning, well-paying job was probably the most desirable thing to you. It wasn’t to say that you were slacking or that you were homeless, broke, and never to be seen again because you were that in debt. But it was nice having a job!

When you entered the prestigious Toshinori Company, you joined not as an entry-level job employee but as a senior representative. You thought it was crazy.

It had to be crazy.

You had no prior experience, and now you were going to be in charge and the lead in certain areas?!

“And that was the entire layout of the office!” Mina chirped happily, throwing herself onto the desk chair across from yours with a big smile. “Any questions?”

“I don’t think so,” you mutter, brows creased as you look around the room again.

The office space was ample, sleek, open. Each desk has its own grand computer that you currently could not afford with your own money, comfortable chairs, and beautiful wood desks. It was elegant, far superiorly fancy, and yet, you didn’t feel out of place. Strange.

“Oh!” you say with a roll of your eyes as you reach below your desk to bring up your packed lunch. “Where was the break room again? I need to refrigerate my food!”

“Omg, of course, come this way!” Mina grins, standing up and motioning you to follow her. You smile gratefully and do.

The entire way to the office, Mina takes the time to point at the many different people on the floor and give them names. Everyone so far had sort of acknowledged you earlier as Mina was giving you the official tour. Some were much more open and friendly, and some had sneers or blank stares that left you dumbstruck.

Definitely a personable group.

“Hm, well, I guess Todoroki-kun isn’t here today?” Mina mutters as you enter the break room that has couches and comfortable-looking chairs. “Such a shame! You would have loved to see the office hottie!”

You snort at that, lips curled into a granulous smile as you place your plastic container with food into the fridge. “I’m sure I’ll live,” you brush off the fact that there was an absent person on your floor today.

“That’s the thing, though,” Mina points a finger at you, a lone eyebrow raised and a confident smirk on her face. “You won’t be thinking that again the moment you see him!”

You laugh, eyes crinkling as Mina joins your laughter. Eventually, she motions for the both of you to leave, and you nod in understanding. And with a weird sense of comfort and belonging, you realized that this job was going to be good.

Eventually, you had been working at Toshinori Company for two months.

Sixty-two days to be precise, and in all that time, you had only met Todoroki Shouto once. Even then, you had only seen the man walking through the office with a blank face, fingers in his pockets as two other men were walking in front of him, bickering lightly.

Had Mina not quite literally thrown herself across the table and gripped the collar of your shirt and twisted your head to look at him, you would have never caught a glimpse at the man with red and white hair. The three of them walked into the break room and came back out with their own lunches before leaving.

And that was it.

You had learned that the three of them (Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, and Bakugou Katsuki) were within your department but worked very closely with the very high up members within the company. Many rumors pointed at one of the three taking over the company when the current CEO stepped down. They were, however, on the roster for your floor; they just never appeared except to pick up their lunches. Something they seemed to come to grab whenever you were a) way too fucking busy or b) not in the room.

You weren’t too bothered, though.

It wasn’t like you were trying to date one of them! You had only wanted to say hi.

Now, at ninety days, you had your first and probably most crucial evaluation.

Toshinori Yagi, the man who founded and currently ran this company, sat before you, looking at papers within a folder with tired but kind blue eyes. He nodded, impressed (hopefully), making small comments about the work you had been able to accomplish, a smile becoming a warming grin as he looked up.

“I’m impressed by the performance you’ve managed to attend to despite the short while you’ve been here, y/l/n-shojo,” Toshinori spoke, his fingers threading together and placing them onto the table. “I knew it was an excellent decision to put you in that position, and you exceeded my entire expectation!”

You flushed at that, lips twitching as you attempted to suppress that smile of yours.

“Thank you, Toshinori-san,” you practically wheeze as he waves off your thanks.

“No need to thank me, you’ve done all this work!” he laughs, tired eyes closing with a glorious supply of crow's feet blooming at the corner of his eyes. “Typically, at these evaluations, I ask a bunch of questions because there isn’t too much anyone can do in their first ninety days, I must admit.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm, but because I am curious, is there anything that has been happening as of late that you feel needs to be addressed with me?”

You felt yourself stiffen but knew your one and only complaint was not something to bring up in this setting.

“No, nothing,” you shrug, and Toshinori beams.

“I’m glad!”

Now, the problem.

The big, fat, stinky, hooligan, wanting to throttle someone problem.

For the past sixty of your ninety days, someone has been stealing your lunch.

Yes, you heard that correctly; someone was stealing your damn lunch! Every morning you woke up and prepared a delicious bento box for yourself. Some days you went as far as cutting shapes into your fruits and veggies just to make yourself grin. You weren’t the best chef in the world, but your bento boxes were pretty enough to make up for it, in your opinion. But the thing is, every day when you went into the communal fridge, you noticed two things.

One, your bento box was no longer in the same place, and two, the bento box was not yours at all.

The food was disastrously organized. Rice and lettuce spilling out in every partition in the box. The fruit and veggies often packed in this box had multiple cuts in them, implying that whoever did this was less than ideal with a knife. The meat was often oversalted, the sushi never sitting together, and everything was just… not it.

The first time you had sighed and eaten it, grumbling about how your precious lunch was stolen. But you had quickly figured out that it was inedible, and Mina, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu thank god, offered to share their meals.

Seeing that you were distressed about how someone stole your egg and octopus sausages one day, Mina declared that they would watch the break room for whoever was stealing your light blue bento box. The first day you staked out, you had done it with Mina. But ten minutes into waiting around, you needed to pee. So you stood up and left in a hurry, leaving Mina alone.

But when you returned, Mina was gone, instead standing by Kirishima’s desk with a bright grin and a stance that screamed that she heard something she liked (gossip, possible in-office romance, a love confession?). Her jaw dropped as she noticed you and Kirishima had turned and waved in your direction as you raced into the break room to open the fridge, and sure enough, your bento was gone.

The next time, you staked out with Uraraka. Your arms were folded, your bladder cleared, and your lips twisted into a pout as you glared and stared down every single member who entered the room. Uraraka whispered to you her guesses about just who might be the thief, every other person rating an 8/10 likelihood of stealing your lunch.

But as the both of you sat there, your eyes narrowed at each passerby, no one came to collect your bento today.

“Deku-kun, no packed lunch today?” Uraraka asked as the green, curly-haired man you had only met once previously raced into the break room, grabbing the extra chopsticks meticulously hidden in the third bottom draw.

“Ah, Uraraka-san, y/l/n-san! Uh, no,” Midoriya greeted you both, who apparently responds to the nickname Deku, laughs off as he grabs a handful of napkins. “Todoroki-kun left all our lunches in his car by accident, and well… they spoiled… Kacchan’s pissed, so I ran off to get lunch for us today!”

Uraraka laughed, shaking her head, “Leave it to Todoroki-kun to act that way.”

Midoriya laughed, bright and clearly in agreement, “You should have seen his face when Kacchan asked for his lunch! I swear–”

“HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GRAB FUCKING CHOPSTICKS, SHIT-KU! I’M FUCKING STARVING!” a voice roared from nowhere near the entrance of the break room. You did, however, jump a bit, eyes turning toward the break room entrance to see the blond man (Bakugou? Kacchan? You had no idea which was correct) near the entrance of the floor.

“It’s only been a minute, Kacchan, relax!” Midoriya laughs, completely unaffected by the startling shout as he waves goodbye to both you and Uraraka before leaving, joining Bakugou as the both of them seem to talk comfortably… well, maybe more like bickering.

“Why are they–”

“Childhood friends, apparently,” Uraraka sighed, but the smile on her face betrays her exasperation.

No one stole your bento that day.

Yaoyorozu took up the third stake out, the two of you idly chatting about tea. You honestly had no idea what to talk about with Yaomomo; she was often just so elegant and mature despite being your age. When you learned that her family was in charge of the Yaoyorozu Corp, it had been strangely easy to accept that.

It made sense.

So as the two of you stood at the kitchen sink, boiling water for tea Yaomomo swore would be the best matchup for your packed nigiri, the both of you missed the man who walked into the room, opened the fridge, and took your lunch.

“I… I am so sorry,” Yaomomo apologized, head bowed dangerously low as the both of you looked at the sloppily cut salmon in your not actual bento. “Please eat my food in reparation.”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh, chewing on the somehow still warm salmon. “I deserved this loss.”

Luck was just on this man's side, it seemed. No matter what you did, you could never catch the man in action, and you were ready to give up.

But this was the last attempt you said to yourself as you returned to your office floor, the evaluation done, and the rest of your life coming to light. You could do this. No! You WOULD do this!

“Why don’t you just put your name on your bento box?” Bakugou asked, a lone eyebrow raised in what you could only assume was judgment and pity. The explosive man was standing in the doorway of the breakroom, watching as you and Mina were trying to climb up the counters of the breakroom to grab the camera you had previously planted. “Obviously, it doesn’t have your name on it.”

“Um,” you squeak, having been obviously caught by someone who intimidated you just the slightest bit. “That’s a good idea, thank you, Bakugou-san.”

“Tch, whatever, just clean up the damn counters, fucking nasty standing up on there. Some people prepare their food there.”

“We would never forget to do that!” you argue, desperate to not leave a bad impression on this man.

“I don’t know much about you, but I know raccoon eyes over there would.”

“MY NAME IS MINA!”

“Like I care.”

He left without so much as a wave but did seem to nod with his departure. You sighed as you hopped off the counter, Mina grabbing the cleaning supplies as she cursed out the long-gone man under her breath.

But you were looking at the fridge with your missing bento box.

“I can’t believe I never put my name on it.”

“It’s okay! Not even Yaomomo thought of it, so I say we are still smart!”

It was the next day, you were at your desk, anxious as hell as you did your work, trying not to focus on the fact that it was lunchtime and you were actively avoiding the break room. You wondered if they wouldn’t come and collect it today. If somehow they were an asshole and wouldn’t care if your name was on it! What would happen then? What if it was someone like Bakugou who was taking your lunch? What then? You were sure you would cave in slight fear and major intimidation if he said that your lunch was his now.

“Want a cutie while we wait, cutie?” Mina asked, waving the small tangerine in her fingers as she grins.

“Please,” you say in gratitude for the food because you were starving. “Thank you.”

Eventually, you lost track of what was happening, becoming all too invested in the conversation that Mina was telling you about that involved Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, twenty-seven Red Bulls, fifteen Monsters, and five shots of sake. It seemed that the former two were quite big instigators when they wanted to be, and the latter two were unable to back away from challenges, especially when the other was involved.

“Y/l/n?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind you, and you turned partially in your chair as you looked behind you.

Standing behind you was a tall man with red and white hair, and from this distance, you noticed immediately that his eyes were a deep grey and brilliant blue.

Todoroki Shouto.

“T-Todoroki-san!” you greet him back, voice unable to keep from trembling as your nerves shot up. What was going on? You two had never interacted before! He was always gone, never present, and whenever he was in the office, it seemed that you weren’t there.

He cleared his throat and raised up two identical bento boxes.

“It seems… I have apparently been stealing your bento boxes,” he concludes, pressing the blue bento box with your name written on it into your hands.

Your jaw drops as your fingers curve around the cool plastic, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to abstain from laughing high pitched and ugly like.

“It was you?!”

A pink color blooms onto his cheeks as he averts his eye contact with you and nods slowly, “I am so sorry.”

“I just… how?!” you exclaim, exasperated, this man obviously being a bit dense if he had no idea he was taking your bento box!

“I prepare my bento boxes the night before, and I don’t really remember what I put into them….” Todoroki explains slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his tongue clicking the roof of his tongue. “I just thought that my cooking was improving and that I was somehow doing an amazing job.”

The grin that overcomes your face is one of subtle, strange fondness and soft warmth. “I can tell you that you probably haven’t improved much,” you tease, opening your bento box to see your prepared meal for the day.

Cucumber salad, bulgogi beef, rice, and some fruit.

It was packed exactly how you remembered.

“I can’t believe I finally get to eat a meal I prepared,” you continue to tease, your eyes moving up to meet Todoroki, who was also looking at your bento previously. “Thank you for returning my meals and apologizing.”

“It was nothing,” Todoroki waved off with a single hand before opening up his own disastrously assembled bento box. It looked worse than usual today. Everything was just thrown in, it seemed. You saw egg and rice, but everything else in there was indescribable. He smiles at you before sighing at his bento. “This looks more like my stuff.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You want to share my bento box? I’m sure you probably don’t want to return to that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Todoroki gently declined, although he looked at your bento with great want. He cleared his throat, gaze moving to lock on yours, and you swore his cheeks were still pink but no longer from embarrassment. “I just wanted to come and apologize for stealing your lunch for so long and to thank you for the meals; they were all delicious. Especially the soba you had made.”

“It’s all good; it’s in the past now,” you say gently, somehow finding yourself falling for a man you’ve barely just begun to talk with. The both of you stare at each other, and your skin feels warm. You chuckle, gaze averting for a moment before returning as you tease him. “Although, if you steal from me again, I’m not so sure if I’ll be so lenient.”

“It won’t happen again, promise,” Todoroki smiles, and you feel your spine melt. “But I would love to make it up to you somehow. I can make you dinner one night or something?”

You laugh, head shaking, “No, absolutely not; I don’t trust your cooking skills just yet. But you can definitely take me out to dinner.”

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” Todoroki agrees, and the both of you fall silent as the shy stares continue. “Does, um… is Friday at seven okay with you?”

“That works,” you say, and Todoroki smiles.

“Good, I’ll uh, see you then?”

“See you,” you agree with a sweet smile before turning around, your fingers raised in a small wave.

You turn to see Mina, Uraraka, and Yaomomo staring at you, eyes comically wide and so very intrigued.

“Oh… my… GOD!” Mina shrieked as Todoroki walks away, and you shriek as she jumps across the table and shakes you, screaming about office romances and meet-cutes being entirely too underrated. “PROMISE ME I’LL BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING!!!!”

“MINA!”

It would take about three years of dating, several months of teaching Shouto how to cook, which resulted in a few bellyaches. Still, eventually yes, Mina would be invited to your wedding.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha

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escapenightmare · 3 years

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FIRST DATE PROBLEMS

izuku, shoto, katsuki x gn!reader

cw. izuku anxiety, mentions of food, slight angst mostly fluff, cursing.

izuku midoriya ― arriving too early / running late

showing up almost an hour earlier than the scheduled time was probably a bad idea, but he was already at the door to the café and it was too late to turn back. well, he could bolt it out the door before anyone inside sees him but damn it, there's people behind him waiting for him to go in! why is he worried anyways? it's not like you are already there, right? wait, what if you're already here and you caught him coming in an hour earlier like a crazy person? but that just means you came there earlier than him ri- "hey kid, can you move?"

a gruff voice calls out from behind him and he jumps up, startled, "i-i'm sorry, sir!" izuku bows his head in 'sorry' before he enters the café properly. spying a free table in the corner, he makes a beeline to the table, dumping his book bag on the chair beside him as he slumps into one of the other seats, he picks up a napkin on the table and starts fidgeting with it. thoughts filled his head, the worst case scenarios at that. what if you don't show up? what if you get annoyed of him half way through? what if he starts mumbling in that so called weird way of his?

the what ifs were endless and he kept on thinking about it for about 70 minutes.

he checked the time, it's been 10 minutes since the time you were supposed to be here. you haven't flaked on him, right? no way, you aren't the type to flake, at least izuku doesn't think so. letting the paper napkin he'd torn to pieces by picking on it, fall to the table, he checks his phone again, no texts. none. not from you, his friends or his classmates. more time goes by, it's been 30 minutes. he's about to leave it and go home; he's been here for over what- almost 2 hours? and the workers at the café have been giving him weird looks. at least they haven't kicked him out yet, he thinks, going to stand up and leave just when a new crowd of people come into the shop.

among them is you, in all your glory. hair swept to the side because of the wind, wide eyes looking everywhere hoping izuku was still here. he lets out a breath of relief, thanking all might the heavens that you hadn't stood him up. when you catch his eye, he grins - his worries all gone - and he beckons you over. he watches closely as you dump your bag next to his and sit on the chair opposite him, "i'm so sorry i got late! i missed the train and my phone died right as i was about to text you."

shoto todoroki ― reservation error (thanks for helping my dumbass figure this out @uwu-bxtch)

he was sure he'd booked a table for his first date with you. he even made sure to buy himself a new suit just for this one night, he also asked you to wear your most formal clothing (hastily adding "you can wear something casual if you want to, but i think formal fits the restaurant"), he'd talked to you about how this date was going to be amazing - although he didn't show it with facial expressions that much, he couldn't help but smile slightly every time he told you how it was going to be, in his words; extravagant. he'd hyped you up, hyped himself up, even hyped up midoriya who wasn't even coming with you two on the date!

on the night itself, he'd gotten ready and had met you outside the expensive restaurant. he'd complimented you, taken your hand and lead you inside the restaurant, walking up to the worker who was checking in everyone and pointing them towards their respective tables. the worker stood up straight when he noticed the son of the current number one hero in front of him, clearing his throat and managing to appear even stiffer than he was before, "um, what can i do for you, sir?" his voice came out squeaky and you stifled a giggle at the effect shoto had on people just by being someone's son.

"i have a reservation, it's under todoroki," shoto said, keeping a steady gaze at the worker, not realizing he was intimidating the poor guy who gulped and scrambled to check the page for a reservation under todoroki. he reached the end of the first page, flipped it to the other side, his eyes scanning the paper as he brushed it to the side and checked the next page. squinting and staring in confusion before clearing his throat for the second time and shaking his head. "there isn't any reservation under todoroki, sorry."

shoto looks at the man in evident confusion, "that can't be. i made the reservation a week ago." when he got no reply he asked, "are there any free tables? i can pay double," he offered, shaking his head when you came to protest. the worker nodded, "there's exactly one free table." shoto ended up paying double and you had a nice dinner, before you ditched your coats and jackets and ran around the city rading random stores with silliest stuff you've ever seen.

katsuki bakugou ― getting rained out

"fuck the weather-man," he grumbled. his entire date - that he spent about 15 minutes planning - went downhill when it started to rain. he checked the weather forecast on the news report, on his phone, on a newspaper that was all about the weather AND he checked it about three times before he left his house for the date. clad in shorts, a tank top and flip-flops, he'd met you at the beach. it didn't help that there were no rainclouds or anything before it actually started to rain. he had went to get a popsicle, telling you how you didn't have to come with him but you insisted you came anyways.

just as he gave you your popsicle and you tore open the wrapper, eager to have something cold on a day as hot as this; there was a gust of wind, and the sky darkened. the white clouds were replaced by clouds as black as charcoal and the wind became stronger, realizing it was probably going to start raining any second, you exchange a glance and sprint back to where you left your bags. once you get there and grab your bags, you start running to the closest shelter just as it started to pour. quickly melting ice-creams and bags in hand, you make it to the shelter, drenched.

by the time you catch your breath and sit down on the bench with a roof above it- the only thing remaining from the popsicle was the stick. katsuki groans and throws away the stick, damp and wet his hair stuck to his forehead, water droplets flowing down from his hair line to his chin. he shrugged off his backpack and watched as you sulk in despair of your ice-cream melting. your wet bag placed on the wooden bench beside you, your hair just as damp as his, as you brush your fingers through it. "sorry for taking you on a fucked up date," he says when you catch his eye.

you shake your head, "eh no worries, we'll be stuck here together for an hour at most and i don't mind." you lean against the arm you propped up on your knee. staying like that for a few minutes before snapping your head up when you realize something, your voice loud as you yelled over the heavy rain, the moans of the wind and the sound of sand flying everywhere because of the wind. "is your bag waterproof?" his eyes wide, katsuki groans, "fuck the weather-man."

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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A Midsommar Night’s Dream

Prelude - I watched midsommar so have this.

Pairing - Izuku X reader X Todoroki males

Warnings - NSFW, dead dove, do not eat. Implied incest, cult-like behaviors. Dubcon.

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/7clyJIrLkEbXUDwj1tC9zz?si=EK3gCdOHQ3WQeK-ed9eucg

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Izuku’s been officially dating you for three weeks.

Three weeks.

He’s known you for far longer - the two of you solid friends since you first met. The man doesn’t know when friendship had evolved into something more, but he’s sure glad it did.

You were sweet, and kind, and far too caring for your own good. You didn’t mind waiting up for Izuku when his nights ran late, studying for his masters or taking on extra shifts.

You would rub his shoulders when he got stressed, offer to make him tea or run him a bath or anything else he needed, anything to help out. You loved him, and he loved you.

Tonight was a night that many partners might fear - meeting the family.

But Izuku was hardly worried. He was best friends with your brother Shouto, a level-headed student with good work ethics and a dry sense of humor. The rest of the family couldn’t be that bad.

A simple dinner, you had told him, dress casual and no gifts required. Still, Izuku felt obligated to bring the finest bottle of bourbon his paycheck could afford him (he’d asked Shouto what your father’s favorite was, just to be safe).

The Todoroki household was impressive; massive and imposing in the countryside, surrounded by tall stone walls and looking straight out of a victorian romance novel. Izuku knows what those look like, because he’s seen them on the covers of the romance novels you like to read. He’s always doing his best to pay attention to your likes and dislikes.

“Izuku!” came your excited little voice as the door opened after his loud knock, and the green-haired man couldn’t stop himself from breaking out in a smile.

You were almost bouncing in excitement behind your older brother Shouto as he held the door open, taking the offered bottle of bourbon from Izuku with a nod before leaving you alone together in the foyer.

“Hey, missed you-” Izuku grunted as you attacked him in a hug, and a laugh bubbled out of you both when the solid man had to take a step backwards from the push of your body.

“Missed you too! I’m so excited for tonight, it’s so good that Dad and the rest of the family are accepting you.” A quick kiss to his cheek distracted Izuku.

You were fairly comfortable with physical touch, resting your head on his shoulder, never afraid to snuggle up to his side on movie nights, or hold his hand out in public (especially now that the two of you were dating). But Izuku had honestly expected more.... sensuality once the two of you started seeing each other as lovers more than just friends.

He had asked to kiss you one night, after you’d made him dinner and rubbed his shoulders and listened to him talk about the latest subject he was studying. Izuku had felt his heart warm, like cold wax cradled over a flame, and his love for you was bursting out of his chest. He wanted to kiss you and hold you close, tell you how much he loved you.

You had just smiled shyly and shook your head, saying you wanted to wait a bit. Which Izuku understood! This was all new, going from friends-to-dating, and he didn’t want to rush you or make you uncomfortable in any way. He was willing to wait.

So the kiss to his cheek surprised him, made him stutter and blush and hug you a bit tighter.

Then you were taking his hand, leading him through the maze of a house. He couldn’t help but notice the old-timey decorations mixed in with the more modern features, but done in an elegant, timeless fashion. A good blend of old mixed with new.

Stepping into the large dining room hand-in-hand with you, Izuku was met with the sight of the entire Todoroki family.

“Everybody-” You started, catching their attention until every set of eyes was on you and the tall man by your side. “This is Izuku!”

Shouto stepped forward, closest to the pair of you, and set his hand on Izuku’s shoulder with a smile. “Glad to have you joining the family.”

Izuku smiled back, pulling his friend into a hug and giving him a hearty pat on the back.

“This is Fuyumi-” A tap to Izuku’s shoulder had him turning around, stepping away from Shouto to shake your sister’s hand.

“Hi Izuku, I’ve heard such good things about you.” Her voice was soft and gentle, almost like your own. Izuku could see the family resemblance between the two of you.

“And this is Natsuo, he’s studying for his masters just like you.” A white-haired man approached him, friendly and open, ready to shake Izuku’s hand but ultimately pulling him into a hug.

“Sorry, I’m a hugger.” Natsuo laughed, and Izuku shrugged, completely unbothered.

“Here’s Touya.” You introduced a redhead next, a man sitting almost sullenly at the table. He didn’t rise to his feet, didn’t even take Izuku’s offered handshake.

“This is the guy you’ve been babbling about? He looks bori-”

“Touya.” The room, already hushed, grew even more silent, almost heavy with the weight of the voice from the man at the head of the table.

The gangly redhead shut his mouth, looking ready to roll his eyes. You pulled Izuku past him towards the imposing man who was looking at the man at your side, appraising him.

“And this is my dad. Dad, this is Izuku.”

“A pleasure to meet you sir.” Izuku shook the mans large hand, and the man nodded solemnly.

“Sit down, we’re ready to eat.”

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Dinner wasn’t a quiet affair. Comfortable conversation flowed easily between everyone; questions about Izuku’s degree, about his goals, his dreams, his job. He knew it was just everyone getting to know him, assurance that he was suitable for their daughter. Izuku wanted to be perfect for you, anything and everything you needed.

Enji (Izuku was not about to call your father dad) asked only a few questions, otherwise decidedly quiet at his spot at the table, chewing his food while watching Izuku respond to the rest of his family.

It was mainly Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shouto keeping the conversation flowing, Izuku easily keeping up with whatever they decided to talk about, asking engaging questions of his own about the family members he’d just met, laughing easily whenever you made a pun or Shouto’s dry humor jumped out.

Everything seemed to be going well.

Fuyumi asked to be excused, saying she needed to go prepare, and Enji waved her off easily, telling you to go with her. You rose from your chair easily, but not before catching Izuku’s hand and giving it a squeeze, eyes shining as you leaned close to whisper “See you in a bit.”.

“You really love her?” Touya asked as soon as the two women left the room to go prepare dessert, leaving Izuku alone with the male Todoroki’s. Izuku assumed this would be when he gets the shake-down, the usual “Hurt her and we’ll kill you” talk.

“So much. Sometimes I feel like I love her so much that I don’t know what to do with myself.” Izuku confessed.

“She talks about you a lot. I think she feels the same way that you do.” Natsuo supplied from across the table, and Izuku felt his cheeks flush, his heart flutter. It was one thing to know you loved someone - to feel the warmth and peace it brought to your soul. It was another to know that they loved you back; it made him feel whole.

“I've seen how you treat her, I think the two of you are a good match.” Shouto said, and Izuku smiled at his friend. Shouto had been his buddy since high school, truthfully was the reason that Izuku and you had met. You’d come along with Shouto one day when he’d come to hang out with Izuku, and the two of you had become fast friends.

Natsuo was rising from the table, walking back to the little shelf along one wall where various drinks sat (and Izuku’s bourbon gift). Izuku watched the man begin to pour out a red liquid, before his attention was caught by Shouto leaving the table as well, taking his plate and exiting the room.

Then Natsuo was placing a glass of the red liquid down in front of Izuku. “Don’t worry, this is nothing more than homemade punch.” He said as Izuku eyed it.

“It’s tradition.” Touya growled and Izuku found himself taken aback at the heat in the other man’s voice. Was the redhead angry at him for some reason?

“Touya, calm down.” The eldest Todoroki said, and Izuku almost wanted to cower himself at the sheer dominance exuding from the powerful man. “Izuku is becoming family. You will be happy for your sister, not jealous.”

Touya huffed, grumbling under his breath before shoving his seat away from the table. “Just don’t fuckin’ hurt her, got it? She’s my baby sister.”

“I would never-” But Touya is already storming out of the room, uncaring of Izuku’s assurances.

Natsuo sighs. “Don’t mind him, he just.... doesn’t like change.”

“What is this again?” Picking up the red drink, Izuku swirled it around the glass, trying to change the subject and hopefully smooth over the tension. Most of the tension had dissipated when Touya left, but it never hurt to be proactive.

“It’s a tea we brew and sweeten ourselves. We grow the plants in the backyard, you’ll see them soon.” Natsuo explained.

“It’s tradition?” Izuku parroted Touya’s earlier words, before taking a quick sip. It was delicious tea.

“Yes, we like to welcome those who are approved to join the family.” Natsuo laughed a little. “Fuyumi’s husband thought we were trying to drug him. It’s really just tea.”

Izuku snorted. It tasted like tea, why would someone think the Todoroki’s were trying to drug them? Sure, the family might be a little odd, but they weren’t malicious... right?

Before he knew it, his cup was empty and Natsuo had slipped out of the room, leaving Izuku alone with the head of the household, Enji.

Where were you? And why had everyone else left the room?

“I’m very particular about who I allow in my house, boy.” Enji started, and Izuku suddenly felt.... uneasy.

“Not everyone thinks the same way as the Todoroki’s. But you seem to be a bright young man. Educated. You aren’t going to be any trouble, are you?”

The last question wasn’t posed as such. It was a statement.

Still, Izuku shook his head. “No sir, I have no intentions of causing trouble.” Why did this casual dinner feel so serious? there was so much emphasis on being accepted into the family, on being welcomed. Izuku recognized how big of a deal that was but still... it’s not like you were about to marry him. He was planning on that a few years down the road.

“Come with me.” Enji instructed, wiping his mouth with his napkin before his impressive bulk hefted itself out of his chair. Izuku felt tiny next to the patriarch, following the man through the dark, empty house.

He wanted to ask where Enji was taking him. Where you had disappeared to, where the rest of the family had gone. But that would be rude, so Izuku kept his mouth shut.

Outside it was dark, moon shining dimly through the sky, the residual warmth of the summer day still held in the air. Izuku followed Enji through the back door, down along a path, into the plentiful, green backyard.

To a grove of trees, torches flickering from within the grove, small bushes and beautiful flowering plants dotted among the trees. A garden, Izuku realized. Those must be the plants and bushes that produce the tea Natsuo had given him.

Then there you were, in a little clearing among the trees.

Sitting on a dark blanket, knees drawn to your chest and ankles crossed in front of you as you hid your body.

Izuku started - you were naked.

Touya was kneeling beside you, a hand on your shoulder as he talked to you gently, barely sparing Izuku and his father a glance as they strode into the torch-lit clearing, Touya’s attention truly focused on you.

Shouto and Natsuo stood in the light, watching you, watching Izuku.

“What is this?” Izuku sputtered, and upon hearing his voice you looked away from Touya, a smile lighting up your face as you saw your Izuku.

“This is tradition boy.” Enji laid a heavy hand on Izuku’s shoulder. “Now strip down, my little girl’s been waiting.”

Izuku’s head swirled.

Touya stood up, shooting the green-haired man a lazy glare before moving to stand by his brothers, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Izuku...” Your sweet little voice called for him, and green eyes snapped to your form on the ground, watched as, with a nod from Enji, you slowly unfurled your body to expose yourself to your lover.

A stab of arousal hit Izuku in his gut, watching your soft-looking skin be revealed.

Pert breasts, a squishy tummy, glistening folds ready and twitching between your legs.

You were drenched.

There was so much shiny slick, all over your thighs and dripped onto the blanket, Izuku couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t think straight. It was impossible for you to be that wet on your own, you must have used lube or something to prepa-

It hit him; You and Fuyumi hadn’t gone to prepare dessert.

“You just gonna stand there all night like an idiot? Take your clothes off and fuck her you dwee-”

“Touya.” Enji growled, silencing his son immediately. Then the man turned to Izuku, easily pushing him forwards towards you. “You’ve been accepted into the family; that’s an invitation you don’t want to refuse.”

With a sigh, you easily laid down onto your back, legs still spread for Izuku to look at you, hands coming up to rest shyly over your breasts.

“Don’t do that, let him see.” Shouto murmured, and immediately your hands dropped in obedience. Shouto hummed in approval, before bi-colored eyes swept up to look at Izuku, urging his friend forward with a tilt of his head down to your form.

With trembling hands, Izuku fumbled with his pants, unzipping them with a bit of difficulty, undoing his belt, working on the buttons of his nice shirt the he had worn to make a good impression when he met your family for the first time.

It took him a moment to undress, a red blush creeping up over his cheeks and down to his chest as he bared his body to the Todoroki’s.

He didn’t think he was small, but he wasn’t big either; average. Izuku was confident in his size, didn’t really know or are how he stacked up against other guys, and the girls he’d been with before hadn’t complained.

Still, he felt embarrassed to be naked in front of other people, to be on display. But there wasn’t another option, was there? (Izuku didn’t know if that was such a bad thing)

Two short strides before dropping to his knees in front of you on the blanket, his throat dry and his palms sweaty.

“Are you-” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you okay with this?”

Your head nodded yes, a pleased, yet shy grin on your face. “Of course. I want you.”

The softness of your voice, of your body, Izuku felt dizzy as he shuffled forward, close enough to touch. Still hesitant, worried about the male Todoroki members watching from the sidelines, brain racing to work through the strangeness of the situation, the utter oddity of this... ritual that was currently taking place.

But then you were sitting up, hands circling around his neck, pressing your lips to his with crushing finality.

He was a part of the family now.

It felt good to kiss you, soft lips pressed together, little huffs of breath from your nose as you kept going. Izuku took the freedom of circling his hands around your waist, almost gasping at the plushness of your flesh, melting against you with a groan as your lips kept pressing to his.

“I’m all ready, just-just put it in.” Your breathless little confession tumbled out as soon as you pulled away from your first real kiss with Izuku, a blush high on your cheeks.

But it was Izuku’s turn to blush, sitting between your legs like a fumbling virgin. “I’m not hard yet, but I can, uhm, finger you. Or we can kiss for a little bit mo-”

“You aren’t even hard? Touya’s sneering voice cut through Izuku’s babbling. “Look at my sister. She’s fucking soaking the ground. That’s not hot to you?”

Izuku stuttered, eyes flickering down to where your legs were opened, pretty little cunt twitching. It’s like you were begging to be touched, and Izuku was a sucker for begging.

“No, that’s so hot, oh my god.” He breathed, fingers instinctively reaching to swipe through your wetness, relishing the way you gasped and shuddered as his hand made contact with your body.

“She’s so soft too, got tits like little pillows. You should lick ‘em, she likes that.” Touya continues, and Izuku wants to point out that the reason he’s not completely hard yet isn’t because he’s not insanely turned on by the beautiful creature in front of him, but because he’s feeling weirded out by all her brothers and her dad watching intently from the sidelines.

Yet he does what Touya suggests, leaning forward to put his mouth on your chest, tongue darting out to drag against your skin.

The eldest Todoroki was right about you being soft.

Izuku can’t stop his other hand from rubbing at your cunt more firmly, feeling your little hips twitch towards him, pressing your chest more firmly into his mouth.

“She’s so pretty.” Natsuo comments, but Izuku is hardly listening when he’s flicking at your clit, nursing at your tits. “She’s gonna feel real good around you Izuku, like a new fleshlight.”

“You better breed her good, boy.” Enji booms, and suddenly you’re scrabbling at Izuku’s arms, pulling his hair, whining “Please, Izuku please.”.

“Okay, shit, let me-”

“He must be really worked up, Izuku hardly ever curses.” Shouto announces, and fuck, he’s right - but how could he not be worked up?

Izuku is hard, blood rushing so quickly to his cock that he feels lightheaded, taking himself in hand and giving his length a few dry pumps. He’s envisioning how sopping wet you’ll feel against him, staring, drooling over your cunt.

And then he’s lining himself up, kissing you hard, and pushing inside.

“Big, ‘s too big!” You panic, tears popping to your eyes but Izuku is quick to wipe them away, cooing at you and stilling his hips.

“Oh, don’t cry! Shh, I’ll go slow, ‘m sorry, I thought you were ready-”

“Natsu-” You cried, hand scrabbling into the ground above your head, reaching, searching for your brother.

“Hey, hey, I’m here.” The man was immediately on his knees by your face, clasping your hand fervently, leaning down to put a sweet kiss on your nose. “Breathe honey, in and out. It’s okay.”

“Noo I-I.... ‘M scared, he’s-he’s-ah!” A stuttered cry broke from your chest as Izuku shifted slightly, inadvertently pushing deeper.

“No, it's gonna be okay. It's just like when we do it, yeah? He's gonna be nice.” And Natsuo is looking at Izuku, fixing him with such a pointed gaze and Izuku gets the message. He’s going to be nice.

It’s not like he wasn’t planning on it - the green haired man loves you.

But then the breath is sucked out of his chest as he comprehends what Natsuo had just comforted you with, that-that.

That you’ve fucked your brother.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Izuku chants, unable to stop his hips from inching back and forth, humnping into you in infinitesimal movements as arousal punches through his gut. “Sorry, I can’t stop-’h my god that’s-”

He can hear Touya cackle. “Damn, something really got him going.”

You were squeezing your eyes shut, clenching Natsuo’s hand so tight that the skin was whitening. Your brother didn’t seem to mind, more occupied with stroking your hair, eyes fixated on the soft jiggle of your breasts as Izuku humped you like a senseless virgin.

His breathing turned into wheezing, hitching when a presence was felt at his back.

“You can do better than that.” Enji’s hands were pressing against Izuku’s naked rear, making the green haired man flinch forward and away from the touch. But Enji merely pushed, propelling Izuku’s thrusts so that he would really fuck the warm, willing body beneath him.

“Izuk-Izu-Izuku-” You moaned, rocking your body to further spear yourself onto his cock, apparently finding the fast glide pleasurable as opposed to your hesitance earlier.

He leaned down to kiss you, both of you moaning into the kiss, hands wandering as you pushed to meet each other, Izuku’s stomach clenching tighter and tighter as he neared his release.

“She’s never had someone fuck her raw before...” Shouto mused, eyes glued to the scene in front of him, watching his best friend fuck his sister with the help of his family. “I wonder if it feels different.”

But his words were lost in the quick slap of skin meeting skin, Izuku’s grunts, your sweet little noises as you writhed and clutched at Natsuo’s hand, your other hand holding onto Izuku.

And then Izuku was gone, balls clenching and cock twitching inside you, pulsing as he shot his seed.

Your eyes fluttered shut, pulling your hand away from Natsuo to place it against your tummy, pressing right over where Izuku was still grinding against you. “Feels... feels so warm.”

Izuku was panting, sweat sticking his curls to his forehead, desire slowly swirling out of his body as he came.

What the fuck had he just done?

Enji clapped him once on the back, before rising to his feet. “Welcome to the family, son.”

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