BNHA Boy Imagines <3

Katsuki who embraces you throughout the night after you abruptly came to his dorm room for warmth. Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, he acts annoyed as you steal his blankets along as rearrange his whole bed to your liking, but he lets it happen anyway. Then is when you speak for his badly hidden pout—“it’s all for the cuddles, Suki.”

Izuku who loves holding your hand as you walk through the city park with the rest of the class. You two being in your own little world, not caring for the onlookers, just being a couple. Maybe he's a little embarrassed but he sets himself right at your next words—“They can stare all they want, Zuku, I’m proud to be with you.”

Shoto who’s content to coddle you in the common room late at night, even when you're not feeling the best, unable to give him your definite affection. He knows it’s because of whatever situation that is going on in your life and he respects that. But one thing that he for sure knows is definite is that he loves you too—“You know that I love you, Sho?”

Eijiro who encourages you when your down, and praises you to let you know that he cherishes you. With him being the best significant other you could ever have and more, you attempt to encourage back but he’s to good as he spoils you with junk food, drinks, and trashy slushes from the nearby 7/11—“Thank you, Ei, the snacks are great.”

Denki who plays video games with you during the late nights of summer break. The rest of the Bakusquad playing along, but him being seated a little closer than you guys' other friends. Your knees touch in a simple fashion, being the smallest bit and reminder of love, a cute and small detail to show that he’s yours, and your his—“Stop being a sore loser, Denk’s, admit your loss!”

Shoji who cuddles you in bed during the harsh winter nights, using his multitude of arms as a shield against the cold. His arms blanketing you from the rest of the world while you two snooze away, the Disney movie: Beauty And The Beast, being long forgotten in the background as the world seems to pause without you too conscious, and instead, drifting away with love in your slumber—“Goodnight, Ji, I love you.”

Hitoshi who stubbornly wakes up to make microwave popcorn with you past curfew, being support for your night time crunch. Your faint giggles make his heart skip a beat every now and then as you see him with a blanket cloak, specifically the blanket he gifted you. He smiles as your microwave finishes and he can stare at your natural beauty, and think of how much he loves you, and your snack trips—“Toshi! Try my limited edition, cat-butter popcorn!”

This post is for entertainment purposes only and is pure fiction. (I think, I'm not 100% sure, because they're not my characters.) I hope you enjoyed my puny imagines and my corny writing, and English is not my first language, so if there are grammar mistakes and stuff of that sort, that is the reason. None of the characters mentioned and used in this post are not mine, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi, I repeat, none of the characters mentioned and used in this post are not mine, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi. Bi-Bi!

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸!𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗯𝗻𝗵𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗰𝘀: 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝘁

[𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀]- 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂, 𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮, 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮, 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼, 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶, 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶, 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀

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𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲:

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𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶;

•he was getting some spicy food at a street market one day after school. •you then went up to him randomly, asking what would be a good food to get since you were new to japan. •his face practically reddened at the sight of you, but he merely clicked his teeth, saying that he couldn't help you because his taste is extremely spicy. •you responded with a laugh, saying that you were more than capable to handle spice. •you both ended up eating and chatting together as you ate. •well, you did most of the talking as he nodded and grunted in response half of the time.. •nonetheless, you found his company very enlightening, so you asked for his number successfully.

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"excuse me?" a strangely accented voice called out to bakugou, the boy turning in the direction of the voice. "hah?" he called out as he looked down at you, instantly deeming you as american, hence the accent and your uniquely fascinating look. "is there any food that you can recommend to me? im new here.." you told him sheepishly as you flashed a small smile, the boy's face heating up dangerously. you then started to hear small fizzling noises, your attention drawn to his hands, which were letting out small explosions. "you good?" you asked in a concerned tone. "i thought that you wanted food, the fuck are you worried about me for?" he replied snappily, making you blink your eyes at him. "damn.." you muttered under your breath, though you didn't take it personal. "listen, your tongue is gonna burn the fuck off if i pick out food for you, woman." he laughed in a mocking manner. "boy," you scoffed, "i can handle more than a bit of damn seasoning..!" you chuckled, looking up at him with those dark glistening eyes of yours. he then ordered two small bowls of spicy curry for the both of you and told you to sit your ass down at the nearest outdoor table, to which you only laughed at him. "you didn't have to pay for it, yknow.." you told him, taking a spoonful of food nonetheless. "just think of it as hospitality.. or a welcoming gift or some shit. you're new here anyway.." he grumbled, taking a bite out of his own food. "what's your name?" you asked him, "don't worry about my name," he scoffed, "when i become the number one hero, everybody's gonna know my fucking name!" he said triumphantly, a cocky smirk on his face. "is that so..?" you asked him with a grin, "that's only if i don't become the number one hero..! you gon have to watch out for me, cause i'm your new competition!" you laughed, making his eye twitch. "is that a fucking challenge?" he spoke, "maybe." you replied, taking another bite of your food. he couldn't lie, it impressed him how you were taking full blown spoonfuls and not complaining about any spice, the drink he bought you staying untouched. "ay," you called out, "your face is red! i thought that you was the one tellin' me bout spice!" you snickered. "it's not the fucking spice that's making me blush!" he retorted, his face getting redder as he watched you let out a series of giggles. before long, the food was finished and he was ready to leave the table without even saying goodbye. "aht aht, where you goin to?" you asked him as you stood up with him. "home, the fuck? its not like ive got the time to talk to a stranger all damn day!" he said in defense. "well, you've at least gotta tell me your name!" you whined, "fine, shut up, puffball!" he said as you gasped. "really? puffball?" you gasped sarcastically, a hand at your heart. "you wanna know my name or not?" he snapped, "yes, of course!" you exclaimed, "s'bakugou. don't fucking forget it." he said, watching you nod as you took in the name. "—can i get your number too, bakugou?" you asked as he groaned. "fucking fine.." he grunted, "you got a pen?" he asked, taking a hold of your arm. "i can just get out my phone, the fuck you tryna write on my skin for?!" you said as he chuckled, "its more memorable that way, duh, puffball. you should be damn grateful to be the first to get an autograph from the one and only lord explosion murder." he said, taking the pen you handed him as he wrote his digits on your forearm, the gentle, warm but firm grip he had on your wrist making you unknowingly grin. "now you've gotta do the same. your name and number, puffball." he said, cocking his brow as you started to laugh. "eh, ill tell you allat when I feel like it. see ya, bakugou." you said, disappearing into the crowd of the bustling street market before he could make any snarky remark, a small smirk on his face that even surprised him, he was sure that the feeling that made his ears buzz and heat up was merely irritation. "she's such a damn tease..!" he couldn't even recall when he became intrigued.

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𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗲𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼𝘂;

•he "met" you via call. •him, kaminari, and sero were pulling an all nighter together in his room, just hanging out on the bed. •like the immature teenage boys they are, they decided to play 'dare or dare' at two in the morning. •kirishima had been dared to call his number neighbor, which he was hesitant of, despite doing the dare anyway. •the phone rang as he placed it on the bed, the goofy trio looking at it in anticipation, expecting some old geezer to pick up the phone. •boy, were they wrong.

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"cmon, bro! i did the dare you gave me, so you've gotta do the same!" kaminari urged, making kirishima sigh. "it wasn't even that extreme of a dare! you just had to let sero smack you!" the redhead protested, "and that shit was fun, too. id do it again, ha!" the raven haired boy laughed out, earning a nudge to the side from the electric blond.

"don't be a pussy, just call and hang up if it makes you feel any better!" kaminari suggested, "fine, ill do it!" kirishima gave in, "don't start feeling disappointed when some 100 year old guy picks up the phone, kami!" he huffed.

eijirou dialed the number on his phone,

xxx-xxx-xxxy, which was only the slightest bit different from his number, which was

xxx-xxx-xxxx.

he then set the phone on the bed and put it on speaker, the boys looking within themselves as they waited for the person on the other side of the line to answer.

"nevermind, fuck this.." kaminari sighed, running a hand through his golden blond locks. the phone then finally picked up, kirishima's ears perking up eagerly.  

"ahm.. h-hello?" a smooth, feminine voice called out tiredly, the boys gaping at eachother. "uhm.. hello!" kirishima replied, "who da hell out here callin me at two am?" you asked, making the boys tense up your at your tone.

the redhead started to feel bad for waking you up, the sleepiness apparent in your voice. you then let out a series of melodic chuckles, ones that made kirishima want to hold a hand at his pounding heart.

"who this?" you asked, "kirishima! that's my name, at least! im your number neighbor, ha.." he said, "well, kirishima.." you spoke once more, your captivating accent making him infer that you were black, but that only excited him more, leaving him to wonder how beautiful you truly were, "imma talk to you later. a girl gotta sleep, yknow?" you told him, your voice velvety as the sound waves hit his ears.

"y-yeah, sure!" he complied. "ill save your number though, boo." you told him, the simple nickname making him smile to himself.

"wait, what's your name?" he asked you, "y/n. cute name, right?" you giggled, his heart clenching at the sound.

"how about I meet up with you tomorrow, y/n?" he suggested. "that would be nice, kirishima.." you said into the phone, the eagerness heard in your voice to meet this mystery boy, "you had better not be no random dealer.." you sighed, "no, I don't sell..!!!" he gasped in reply. "perfect." you said, "goodnight, kirishima. ion know what you doin up at two am, but have a blast, boo." that was the last thing you said before ending the call.

"...she sounds like a total fuckin’ babe! you're welcome, kiri!" kaminari said, but the sharky boy was too busy thinking about the call, your voice replaying in his head. apparently, eijirou thought dazedly, voice kinks actually ARE real..

"she was..

damn

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𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂;

•he met you at some beauty supply store. •you might be wondering; what the hell is deku doing at the damn beauty supply? •see, he was there with mirio to get some stuff for eri so they could do her hair, and he didn't really know what to get. •he saw you in the same isle as him later on and decided to ask what would be good to get for a little girl. •when you turned to him and smiled, he choked on thin air and was astonished with you and your 'melanated' beauty. •despite his nervous stammering, he accomplished in getting your number.

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"eri-chan, do you like this one..?" izuku asked, holding up a light green bow to her pale blue hair. "deku-san.. any color is fine.." the smaller girl replied, her large red eyes staring into his emerald ones. he sighed before flashing her a small smile, putting the bow back up. he wanted to give the girl something that would make her feel pretty, but he didn't know what she would really like.. "do you know anything about hair products and stuff, togata-senpai..?" midoriya asked mirio, whom only shrugged in reply. "i used to have longer hair, but I didn't really use any accessories, yknow!" the blond replied in his normal ecstatic tone. "oh.." deku sighed, "ill just keep looking!" he then walked into another row, glancing at all the hair products for natural hair, the tropical, warm, and sugary smells sending his nose into heaven. his hair was a bit curly himself, so maybe he'd be able to use some of them..? anyway, he continued to look through the products, letting out a huff, since he didn't find anything eye catching that gave him 'eri' vibes. he then saw a flash of chocolate brown in his peripheral vision, along with a good whiff of a smell similar to all those hair products, making him let out a small moan at the scent, which would probably become his new favorite smell. he turned around to see you, a black girl around his age that was dressed stylishly, your curly/coily hair captivating him as he gazed at you, whom was merely crouching down to look at some hair clips and other things that you were interested in. he then got the great idea to ask for your help! "hello? excus—" he called out to you as you jerked your head up, looking at him with a pack of durable hair ties in hand. he hadn't gotten a good look at your face, but now that he had, his breath had hitched on the spot as he felt heat rise to his freckled cheeks. he wanted to say something, but something about your melanated beauty intimidated him. not like he was scared, but he just wanted to make a good impression so bad that he froze up. you started to stand up from your crouching position, your dark brown/[color] eyes watching him curiously. "hi..!" you spoke cooly in your rich, slang-suffused voice. "h-hi!" he replied briskly, his fists clenched in flustered-ness. "i-i wanted t-to ask.." he stammered, giving himself a slap mentally, "if y-you could help m-me pick out some hair accessories! ones that would be good for a little girl..!" he explained, gulping a bit as he finished. your dark eyes only examined him as he spoke, your plump, glossy lips curving up into a smile that made him melt. "sure! why you ain't ask me earlier, boy? actin all cute and nervous.." you chuckled, making midoriya believe you made him fall in love with a stranger at first sight.. after some looking, you found a pair of red bows that you had just assumed would look good on the girl he spoke of, and that they did, the vibrant color matching with eri's big red eyes. she seemed to like them as well, the six year old girl twirling with the ribbons of the bows around her small fingers. "thank you so much! i think she actually likes them..!" izuku said in relief, the small smile on eri's face making him grin as well. "no problem! happy I could help, man." you said, making your way over to the cashier. he wanted to talk to you more.. "psst!" mirio whispered, "go talk to her!" he encouraged, izuku giving off a brisk nod of courage in reply. "h-hey!" he called out to you. "i-i wanted t-to ask you s-something again...!" he said once more, watching you sling the bag of beauty products onto your forearm as you listened to him, his flustered voice being something you found absolutely adorable. "c-can i h-have your.. number..?"

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𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮; *𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼 :)*

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•you both sat next to eachother on a train ride home. •but before that, you had noticed him at your membership gym where you did your exercise and acrobatics. •you couldn't help but take glances at him •he was well built, toned, tall, and pretty damn flexible, plus he was shirtless, so of course you had to look.. •you were even gazing at him for so long that you lost your balance and stumbled a bit.. •before you could introduce yourself, which you were more than willing to do, the cute but peculiarly elbowed boy had left. •to your delight, you saw him again as you entered the train for your ride home. •he shares his oranges with you >///<

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"dayumm.." you whistled lowly, watching a black haired male from across the gymnasium. his back faced towards you, so you couldn't really see his face. you were doing simple stretches, in a side split at the moment, since you weren't in the mood for doing as much exercise. your eyes followed everywhere he went, taking in all of his motions and the flexing of his back muscles that you could see through his flimsy orange tank top, which he was actually starting to take off to your delight, pulling it over his head. your eyes widened before your lips curved up into a small smirk. "ive been blessed with this view.." you joked. you weren't the kind to be obsessed with boys and their looks or anything, but something about this guy was riveting, especially his elbows.. he then turned around, slowly lowering himself into a side splits position as he let a small huff leave his lips, wincing at the stretching of his inner thigh muscles. "he clearly hasn't done this shit in a while.." you said to yourself, watching him stretch forward as he stayed in his side splits position. he then looked up, his eyes meeting yours momentarily. his cheeks reddened in awe as he saw you, whom was already looking at him. he then flashed a wide smile, one that made you smile back, the contrast of your brown skin and pearly whites making him grin even wider. he seemed to slyly wink at you before getting up, walking over to another area of the gymnasium as you huffed over his departure. or maybe that wink was just your imagination..? "come back, hot guy.." you whined to yourself, getting up as well and making your way over to the nearby aerial skills fabric, only because you wanted to do something impressive that the black haired boy would see from afar. you made your way up the fabric, pulling yourself up with the incredible upper body strength that you had. you set yourself in a comfortable position, also in a position as to where you could see the 'elbows' guy a lot clearer. "it should be illegal to go around lookin that damn good.." you said to yourself, watching him do a simple form of yoga by himself in a calm corner. he then opened his eyes abruptly, digging into the pocket of his sweats to take out his phone, which was going off, probably for an alarm that he had set up. he got up, stretched a little more, and started to grab his belongings. you then scoffed, immediately getting down from the fabrics. there was no way that you'd allow him to leave before you got to know him.. you then started to jog towards him, since he was a ways away from you. he began to rotate his arms a bit, his muscles flexing as he did arm circles, making you stop in your tracks as you watched him. was this his quirk or something, or did every little thing he did leave you addicted? you felt yourself practically leaning in as you watched him pack up his things, his side profile showing off none other than his gleaming smile that he always seemed to have on his cute face. he slipped his orange top back on and made way for the exit, and that's when you finally snapped out of your trance, your ankles giving out as you fell on the ground, due to looking for so long that you had started to lose your balance. "shit, man.." you winced, rubbing at your ankles. by the time you looked up, he was gone. "i know i didn't snap my ankles just so mans could walk away.." you grumbled, getting up and slipping on your tracksuit jacket. you didn't want to do much today anyways, so you we're ready to go home. as you walked to the train station, you payed mind to a small but noticeable limp in your step, a mild pain tingling in your ankle. it wasn't bad, but it wasn't too fun either.. you huffed, making your way onto the train, trying to find yourself a seat and ignore the small awkward looks that people gave you because of your natural appearance that you obviously couldn't change. you only shrugged. im black, so what? the fuck..? you thought, though you weren't one to spark an argument and say it out loud. you were more than used to it anyway, so why give a damn anymore? though, somebody noticed it going on, and they couldn't stand it. "hey," a voice called out to you, "wanna sit with me?" you turned to see the same black haired boy from the gym, smiling sweetly at you as he moved his duffel bag just so you could sit. "...yeah, thanks." you replied cooly, but in the inside, you were freaking out. who knew that he'd be on your train?! "you okay?" he asked you, noticing your slight limp and your aerobic leggings as you chuckled, "whaddya mean specifically? the hating ass looks or my limping?" you said to him, "both." he replied quickly, his soft black bangs swaying as he leaned forward a bit to take a good look at you and your alluring afrocentric features. "um.. are you good? your face is getting all red." you told him, his eyes widening. "i-it is? sorry.." he chuckled in apology, leaning back into his seat with his hands resting at his knees. "...i saw you at the gym earlier, yknow." he told you, "those aerobic skills were pretty damn cool." he told you, the same smile on his face that you were sure you'd never get tired of seeing. "yeah, well i might have to take a break from them for a hot minute..." you sighed, regarding your ankle. "hey, you want an orange?" he asked abruptly as you blinked at him. "boy, did you just ask me if i wanted an orange?" you queried at his random suggestion. "yeah, ive got a few in here! they're my favorites~" he said with a large grin, "they always help me feel better. well, it might not help with physical pain, but—" he started, "nah, it's all good, i get it whatchu mean." you chuckled, taking the fruit that he handed to you. of course, it wasn't the best to take things from strangers, but there was something about him and his flashy smile that made you trust him. you both ate the fruit in silence, the only thing heard being the minimal chatter of other passengers and small rattling sounds of the rails. as you sat next to him, the warmth of his body radiating onto yours as your shoulders touched, it felt as though it was only you and him.. his phone then started to ring as he took it out of his pocket, giving you a look of apology for the abrupt noise. "s'my mom.." he chuckled before answering the call. "hola mamá!" he said into the phone, clearly speaking another foreign language, "qué pasa? oh, lo que estoy haciendo?" she had asked him what he was doing, but of course, you didn't understand the language he spoke, so you merely sat there, listening to the smoothness of his deep voice as he spoke into the phone. "uh.. bueno esta chica, ella está sentada mi lado.." he spoke lower, though you didn't know why, "una linda chica negra.." little did you know that he was gushing over you to his mom, "n-no, mom! no mi novia!" he cried out, only making you assume that his mother had said something embarrassing to him, "uhh.. talk to you later, ma.." he said, briskly ending the call with a huff. "what were you even saying?" you asked with a giggle as he tensed up, not wullling to explain to you about how he told his mom that he was sitting next to a cute black girl... "w-we were talking about oranges..!" he said on the spot as you tilted your head. "really..?" you asked, since he seemed more than unsure of his answer. "uhm.. yeah," he said, "we were talking about how we'll need to grow more because..." he trailed off, then got an idea, looking at you as his warm grin widened, "because i have a new friend to share them with!"

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𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗼;

•winter time! ⁂ •you were at the grocery store, just getting the mandatory food items. •after getting all the stuff you needed, you decided to get your favorite comfort food; •soba. preferably hot. •just as you went to grab for some, you saw a bigger, more muscular hand reach for the same pack of buckwheat noodles. •as your hands rubbed, you let out a hiss, because their hand was mad cold. •you looked up to see a tall charming boy around your age, the two sides of his face looking extremely different. •you stared at him for a while before he called out to you, seeming to be the fifth time since you were too busy looking at his face.. •who ends up getting the soba?

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you rolled your cart to another side of the grocery store, letting out a sigh of relief that you had finished most of your shopping. you then saw a bit of cool smog leaving your mouth, making you roll your eyes in bafflement. it was winter time and you were decked up, wearing a knee-long bubble coat, uggs and a scarf, so the fact that this grocery store had the audacity to put air conditioning on at such a cold period in time made you want to cuss them out. "it's even colder in here than it is outside, dammit.." you muttered, rolling your cart around some more until you got to where you wanted; the rice and noodles section. you were itching to get some hot soba, especially with the sauce that you'd always eat it with. your mouth curved up into a smile, thinking about eating the bowl of noodles as you watched anime by the time you got home. you put your cart aside in a place where it wouldn't be bothersome, and reached your hand out for the food. just as you did, a pale and muscular hand reached out for the same item, making you immediately withdrawal your hand because of the sub-zero temperature of his skin.. "sorry." the person said in a deep, calm tone. you then looked up to see a tall teenage boy dressed in a cream colored turtleneck and black pants, his face seemingly crafted by angels.. the two sides of his face were complete opposites, making you even more drawn to him as you stared. "hello?" he called out for what seemed like the fifth time, snapping you out of your thoughts. "hm? oh, sorry!" you apologized, "you can have it if you want." he said, ready to walk out of the aisle as you panicked a bit. "no, you can have it! go ahead!" you said to him as he turned back around. "it seems that you were anticipating to get that, so it's okay." he said, blinking his eyes a bit. he merely stood there for a bit, thinking as he looked at the ground. "how about i buy it for you?" he offered, making your eyes widen. "no need to do that, it's aight!" you told him. "it's not a problem to me. i have my father's credit card, so im more than willing to splurge. besides, it's the holiday season, so i should do something nice for another, shouldn't i?" he explained in question, taking the soba and handing it to you with a small smile, one that made your heart pound within your chest. "ah.. thank yo— ack!" you whimpered as his hand touched yours, now being extremely hot this time. "sorry, it's my quirk.." he told you. "you good.." you shrugged it off, "i guess that's why you're only wearing a turtleneck in this freezing store?" you asked him with a chuckle as he nodded. "oh, the soba fell.." he said in realization, the both of you bending down to pick it up at the same time, resulting in you two bumping your foreheads together. you stumbled back a little bit until he caught you, the coolness of his breath slightly hitting your face, the small gap between your faces making your ears heat up and his face flush red. "..i-i keep messing up, im sorry.." he said once more in a more sheepish tone, helping you upright. "it's fine, no need to keep apologizing." you told him. "you still want that soba?" he asked you as you nodded. "let's go to the cashier if you're ready." he told you as you nodded, still feeling so touched that he was willing to pay, no matter how many times you told him that it was okay. "y/n." you said out of the blue. "hm?" he hummed in response. "im y/n. since you insist on buying stuff for me, you should at least know who i am, yes?" you asked him with a smile. "right. im shouto." he said as you nodded. "i can't thank you enough, shouto!" you said with gratitude as he flashed a small, close mouthed grin once more. "no problem, y/n" just as you two were about to leave the aisle, an employee rolled in a cart of soba, probably containing more than 300 packs. "how lucky.. would you like more?" he asked you, pointing at the cart, "im feeling rather generous today, y/n" he told you. you got the racks for allat?!" you asked while gaping at him. just who exactly is he? "well, i can't.." he said, holding up the credit card, "but my father can."

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𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗸𝗶;

•the first time he saw you, you weren't even fully clothed. •which is his ideal way to meet a hot black girl, of course.. •he was simply out shopping with the bakusquad •he then went to the fitting rooms to try on some clothes. •because he is a smart individual, he immediately went to the biggest stall. •only to see you in skinny jeans and a bra, your eyes widening as you saw him, whom had frozen in place, heavily embarrassed but somewhat excited. •after apologizing and leaving, he helped you find some good clothes that were your style and matched your skin tone well. •and there's absolutely no way that he'd meet someone as amazing as you and not want to get your digits..

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"kiri, tell the group that ill be trying out these hoodies, 'kay?" kaminari said to his red headed friend. "sure, bro!" kirishima agreed, waving off as the electric blond made his way to the fitting rooms, which were unisex. "the biggest ones are the best ones..!" he mumbled to himself, zooming straight to the largest stall. he whistled to himself as he swung the door open, only to see you, a [height] black girl in a bra and ripped skinny jeans, pulling a tshirt over your head. guess the stall's lock wasn't stable.. the both of you froze, his widened eyes wandering as you held your breath, your face heating up in embarrassment. "i-im so sorry—shit!!!" he cried out before leaving the stall rather quickly. you merely stood there, biting your lip at the abrupt situation. "..the fuck, bruh.." you murmured, putting on the shirt that you wore to the mall, since you had finished changing. you walked out to see the same golden blond standing outside of the stall, running his hands through his hair with a sorry expression, his face flushed red as he muttered profanities over what he'd done. "ey," you called out to him, tapping on his shoulder, "did you like the view?" you asked cheekily as he gaped at you. you weren't really one to take things to seriously, and you could turn any situation into a bright one with a few jokes here and there. "uh.. there's no right way to answer that, is there..?" he replied with a nervous chuckle. "don't lie, you was lookin! i don't blame you though, im hot." you said with a shrug, making him laugh. "so you're a little comedian, aren't you..?" he asked you, folding his arms across his chest, clearly feeling more comfortable than before. "depends on whether im talking to a cute blond or not. so.. you know the answer, yeah?" you giggled, making him smirk. your entire being made him want to give you a hug. you were pretty, clearly damn hot, funny, confident, and you were highly melanated? he had been finding himself gravitating towards chocolate girls for a while, but you were different from the rest, of course in the best way. he was wondering whether he had won the lottery, the both of you probably being a match made in heaven, hence the small similarities between you and him that he could already notice. he liked you. "you gon keep smirking at me or are you gonna use that stall?" you asked him sarcastically, "well, i might as well warn you about that lock. utter shit, man. that's why the door swung open so easily.." you muttered as he laughed once more. "only if you join me, pretty lady.." he said with a wink as you gasped playfully. "word?" you asked as he nodded with a hum. "bet, get in there!" you exclaimed, the both of you going back into the large stall. "so," he said, sitting down on the bench inside of the stall, "how can I get to know you?" he asked smoothly, a grin on his face. "ah, you tryna be slick, huh?" you chuckled, "well, you can start off with my name. y/n." you told him. "sounds beautiful." he complimented with another smile. "oh, stop it.." you laughed, waving your hand dismissively. "im denki, or maybe your boyfriend, whichever one you wanna call me.." he said as you giggled, liking his second option. "i can help you get some good clothes, if that's what you're looking for!" he suggested as you raised your brows. "oh really?" you hummed, "really!" he replied, getting up from the bench and holding out his hand to you. "cmon, y/n! let's go shopping."

𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗶𝗸𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶;

•he was simply on patrol with red riot and fatgum. •all of a sudden, you rushed up to him frantically, a worried look on your face. •he instantly remembered you as the girl from class 3-b, whom he had actually been a bit interested in for a while.. •he'd take glances of you whenever he saw you in the cafeteria and whatnot. •you were a good friend of mirio's but you and tamaki has never actually spoken until now. •you started to explain to him how this guy was following you and calling you a flurry of racial slurs. •he immediately started to feel his blood boiling. •anxious tama is gone, time to be a hero.

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"you want another bowl of yakisoba, amajiki-sempai?" kirishima asked cheerily, "fatgum bought some more!" he told tamaki. "i-i'm fine, t-thanks.." the elf-eared boy replied, tugging at the hoodie of his hero outfit farther so it could cover his face more. he was on patrol with the eight foot, blond haired pro and the younger hero in training, simply walking through a city in japan with a mindset ready to defend, which is what tamaki would have to do soon for you, whether he was ready or not.. he suddenly felt a pair of hands grip onto his arm, their fingers digging into his clothed bicep in fear. he yelped out as he looked down to see a familiar black girl with a shaken expression, the elf eared boy pressing his lips closed at the sight of you, his slanted eyes widening along with his face heating up. "..youre amajiki, yeah..?" you asked him as he nodded briskly, not daring to make a sound before he stuttered himself to an embarrassing point of no return. he knew you! well, he couldn't exactly say it that way, it made it seem as though you two were close. he would actually admire you from afar in school, with all honesty. he recalled you to be the pretty, brown skinned outgoing girl with a high puff that would usually be seen around mirio, since the two of you were both in class 3-b. he could practically feel the words itching to crawl up his throat and leave his mouth, though he didn't even know what those words would be.. what would he say to you? "oi, amajiki! i really need your help right now.. i heard that there was patrolling going on, so I just followed the sight of fatgum's head through the crowd.." you told him, snapping him out of his trance as he let out a yelp once more, the tall but introverted teen looking down at you, uncomfortable hums leaving his mouth due to his uncertainty of how to finally speak to you, which he was fucking up royally. "there's this guy.. he keeps following me and calling me some.. not nice things." you explained, "and he's making me uncomfortable.." you told him, his brows furrowing. "a-are you o-okay..? d-do y-y-you.. argh!" he gave up speaking for the time being as you looked up at him with a confused expression, your hands still holding onto his arm, as if you were trying to latch onto him for a sense of comfort. "its aight, miri told me that you aren't the most social guy.." you sighed, "but id really appreciate if you could keep a look out for that guy.. he looks mad sketchy, also wearing a goofy ass 'all lives matter' shirt..." you whispered to him, starting to walk with him through the bustling streets behind fatgum and red riot, your hands still around his arm as he looked around with an intimidating look, in search for whoever had been bothering you. "...w-what did h-he say t-to you..?" the indigo haired teen asked as you scoffed. "you don't wanna know, amajiki." you told him as he gave you a look. "oh, you actually wanna know? like, deadass?" you asked once more to make sure as he nodded hesitantly. "cmere then.." you signaled him to crouch down a bit so you could whisper all the info into his ear. "w-wha— he f-followed you... for t-that long..?! just because of.. oh.. o-oh no.." he muttered incredulously, now feeling his blood starting to rush in an angry flurry. how dare someone taunt and bother you like this just because you were different? "and then, he called me a——" you whispered the word into his ear as he gasped loudly. "h-how r-rude!!!" he wailed as you huffed in agreement. "and he wouldn't seem to leave me alone.. well, not until i mixed with the crowd and found you, that is.. i think I've lost him.." you said, "thanks, amajiki.. you've already helped me a lot.." you said to him graciously as he gave off an awkward smile in return, averting his eyes from yours. "n-no problem.." he replied, though his job wasn't done just yet. he finally spotted the man at the corner of his eye, whom was seemingly making his way towards you. "oi, the dark one!" they called out as you groaned, "oh hell nah.." you uttered with the roll of your eyes. "we don't need people like you here! the last time i came out to the city, a black pest stole my wallet!" he shouted, most people in a hearing range stopping in their tracks and turning to you, amajiki and the man. "s-she hasn't s-s-stolen anything..!" tamaki stammered, "so l-leave her a-alone!" he urged, the crowd cheering suneater on as others opposed the racist, shouting at him to leave you be. "oh yeah? lemme check her first, she probably stole something from one of these markets!" he said, lunging towards you as everybody gasped. tamaki activated his quirk swiftly, entrapping the man in his manifested tentacles. "don't touch her." he demanded, earring cheers from everyone around, but he didn't really care about all that, he just wanted you to be safe. tamaki turned around, looking down at you with worried eyes as he kept the man trapped with his quirk, "a-are you o-okay..?" he asked shakily as you grinned at him. "yup, i am now," you told him before planting a kiss on his cheek, "you a real one, suneater."

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𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 ^ (𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀);

❤︎aged!up!reader!❤︎

•it all started when he asked you if you fell from heaven. literally. •you're a young adult pro hero whom is good with combat skills and such. •but you aren't the best at using your quirk: hover. •your quirk allows you to hover over 500 feet from the ground, but you'd never used it to its full capacity, only working it up to 100 feet. •you were working on using it to a farther capacity, and since you have a hero license to use your quirk in public, you decided that you'd just work on it while out patrolling. •big mistake.. •but never fear! fast man Hawks was there to swoop you off of your feet and into the sky~

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"you can do this, y/n.." you told yourself as you hovered above countless buildings, which was the height that would usually be your limit. today, that would change, aiming to touch the clouds. you looked up farther into the never ending sky, a small shuddering sound leaving your mouth. maybe it wouldn't be too bad to cancel practice for today and stay on the ground.. "no! i should try at least..!" you encouraged yourself, hovering higher and higher until even the skyscrapers looked like ants. you then felt a strong pressure around your entire body because your system wasn't used to it, making you writhe in the air as your quirk started to deactivate. "nonono, oh shit!!!" you screamed, falling helplessly through the sky, your [color] braids whipping around from the wind as you came closer to the ground, many screams leaving your mouth in fear. before you hit the ground, you got swooped up before the impact, a flurry of red feathers around you. "the fuck—?!" you shouted, looking up to see the undeniably charming face of the one and only number two hero, hawks. "hey there, pretty birdie~" he chirped as you merely glared at him, still shaken from your freefalling. "did it hurt when you fell from heaven???" as he spoke teasingly, you looked down to see that he had flown higher up than you were before, your eyes widening. "g-get me down, hawks!!" you pleaded, your hands gripping onto his brown jacket as he only chuckled.   "i saw what you were doing up here.." he told you, "don't you still wanna learn how to pass your limit? i can teach you if you want~" he offered you sweetly, still flying about with you in his arms as you both soared through the sky, the feeling that you were despite of at first now feeling more comforting and stress-less. "t-that would be great..!" you yelled, since the sounds of the wind made it hard to hear, "but can you put me down..?" you asked him as he blinked before letting out another laugh. "right, i forgot about that! sometimes, when i start flying i can't come down. i should warn you, its addicting to feel so free up here..." he told you. "can you get me down now?! geez, nigga.." you scoffed as he let out an awkward chuckle, "sorry, i should also warn you that talking is addicting to me as well.." he told you, flying down to the surface and putting you down as you shakily stood, your hands clenching at his coat once more as he laughed over your behavior. "we were just a few feet off the ground, it wasn't so bad that youve gotta wobble!" he chuckled as you glared at him. "a few feet???" you gawked. he waved his gloved hand dismissively, linking his arm with yours as he started to walk out into the bustling street with you, the two of you sending smiles and waves to fans whom recognized the two of you as the pros in the top five. "do you have to link onto my arm?" you asked with gritted teeth. he wasn't exactly annoying you, per se, you were just still very frazzled about the little flight he took you on. "of course i have to stay linked onto you!" he laughed, "birds gotta stick together, yeah?" he said. "i ain't a damn bird!" you yelled out as he replied, "but you can fly, can't ya?"

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[mirio, shigaraki, shinsou, etc. will later be added!]

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𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 !

bnha as dads!

find the haikyuu version here - haikyuu as dads !

content: fluff, the boys with children, mentions of pregnancy. aged up !

characters: midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, bakugou, 

a/n: ahh, look who’s back to writing once again. sorry to my new followers if posts are scattered from this point on, i’m trying to balance school and classes, the extra workloads are definitely a lot. but i like writing too much, so it might not even matter lol- welcome to chaos, guys. so uh, enjoy the boys as dads! 

midoriya !

okay, this guy would be so nervous on the topic of children.

don’t get me wrong, i know he’s strong and very very capable but you CANNOT tell me he isn’t at least somewhat scared about this.

like, he would want a kid but he could never bring himself to ask or talk about it. he’d get embarrassed, or loose his nerve.

when you guys do have the talk though, it’s a good conversation and you both are able to be very open about everything.

you always knew risks regarding being with Midoriya, and you were okay with it. it would work.

he slowly gains confidence throughout the pregnancy! 

this guy seems like a small family man. maybe 2 kids at most.

I don’t think he’d have a preference for gender.

he is determined to be there for the kid/s, he wants to be present (unlike his own father).

and the fact that he’s a pro-hero makes him worry all the time about that. :(( he’d be pretty busy.

which makes him a bit overbearing as the kid/s start to grow older to make up for when he’s not there, and they probably end up going to you about it.

so you have to talk it out with him ^^;

He honestly is just trying his hardest to not ever be absent. please- izuku

He will go to anything, do anything for his kid/s.

Performances, Recitals, Graduations (even the really lower years), all that.

The ones he can make, at least. 

I feel like the kid/s would love the fact that their dad was a pro hero, and he’s bashful around them for it. aww :)

He does his best to conceal himself a little when he goes out with the kids, just for safety reasons.

You already know Inko is such a good grandma

It’s like a double package

Good dad, good grandma <3

todoroki !

he honestly isn’t comfortable with big families. i’m sure you all know why :(

and to be honest, he’s really scared about being a parent. 

he also thinks that it’s not that logical considering his career

when you mention kids, he falls silent for a moment, which kind of makes you backpedal there

“Ah, nevermind, that’s a dumb question.”

“...I need to think about it.”

It’s okay bby, take your time <3

After that thinking, he decides that he does want to share a family with you!

But again, he’s not going to want a big family.

When your test is positive, all he does is just hold you. He’s happy for you both.

You guys have end up with one kid.

And oh lord, when he first lays eyes on them, he’s in love-

Dad switch turned on.

He’s always there, talking softly to the baby, watching over them, all that. 

He’s so soft and sweet with his interactions. sir- so precious omg

As the kid grows up, that’s when he starts to lose the confidence he had.

Todoroki is of course present, but he’s very hesitant with interactions every once in awhile.

You and him talk about it one night, where he ends up coming clean about what he’s been keeping inside.

“I’m worried I won’t be a good father.”

Todoroki :( my heart hurts

You tell him that he’s not like his own father at all, and you know that he’s a good guy.

“They love you, and you’re so good to them. You’ll never be like your dad, because you’re Shoto. A good man, and a good hero. I love you, okay?”

He needed that very badly

Your kid’s quirk develops and ends up being an ice related quirk.

He tries to show up to important events, and whenever he does, all the people are of course shook LMAO

I mean, Pro Hero Shoto is here ???

Natsu and Fuyumi are the best aunt and uncle, prove me wrong (please don’t JSJSjsj).

There are some things to overcome with him, but you’re always going to be there for him through it all <3 and he appreciates that.

bakugou !

OOOOO boy. Where do I begin with this man

He doesn’t hate kids, but mans probably doesn’t want them for real for real. Like, did you see how he handled those kids in highschool? LMAO

He comes around eventually, you don’t push it of course, but you know that you want to have a family with him.

He’s mellowed out in his older age, thankfully

He still has his spunk though, don’t get me wrong here!

Pregnancy test comes in positive when he’s on the job, and he doesn’t find out until he comes home really late, 

“The hell? Why didn’t you call??”

“I did, dumbass.”

He totally had his phone on silent nsjsjs he seems like that kind of guy to me

and he’s honestly kind of jittery, but whether or not it’s nerves or excitement? Who knows with this guy

You have to explain to him how taking care of kids work

You also have to discuss discipline, and he agrees that how his mother handled him wasn’t the best. So at least that’s taken care of

He encourages his kid/s all the time.

A show off parent, but the bragging type. 

PLEASE SIR. Your kids are great but please we need to talk about other things besides your boasting </3

He totally brags about them to Izuku. No cap. I don’t take criticism on this one

He ends up teaching the kid/s swear words (on accident, but it’s funny)

“Shit!”

o-o “Excuse me??”

An Bakugou is just on the sidelines, cackling while you’re just shook

“Katsuki!” You smack his arm

BUT. He gets the kids to bed on time. This man understands the importance of a sleep schedule. Thank god 

Once the kid/s quirk comes, he doesn’t want them to be like how he was when he was younger.

He gives praise, but he’s careful so it doesn’t get to their head.

He’s pretty much that loud, proud, rough dad who we all love <3

kirishima !

i am NOT biased, what?? totally not.

That being said, 10000/10 dad.

He’s the epitome of the perfect dad, okay? T^T I just know he is. It’s a gut feeling

He’s all for kids, he’s the one to talk to you about it first, actually!

Somewhat big family guy, maybe 3 kids? 

And when you agree that you’re ready, it’s amazing from there on out.

Almost.

When you’re pregnant, he then promptly has a small crisis

“I don’t think I can take care of a kid well enough” 

“What if they don’t like me?”

“What if -”

Kiri bby, don’t worry :((( they’d love you

After a lot of reassurance from you, he’s feeling a little better bout being a father.

He’s always supportive, always there for you and the kid/s.

Teaches the importance of drinking respect people juice. B) good job

And this mans is totally there for them all the time.

One time you found him curled up on the couch with your child after turning on some kids movie, and it was so cute omfg-

Another time he and the kid/s put on a whole damn concert and made you sit on the couch and watch. Adorable as hell 

“Dad, dad! Sing for mom!!”

They got him to SERENADE YOU. :’)

And it was the funniest yet sweetest thing ever.

It was with those weird microphone toys for kids, too LMAO

The kid/s always know about the newest thing Kiri has done, they’re constantly huddling around the TV and then when he comes home (or when they wake up and see him the next day), they ambush him with questions and give him so much praise, the man practically tears up.

Speaking of tearing up, he totally cried when they won an award or something 

Just- good dad. Mwuah. 

and that’s it for bnha! unless y’all want a part two, then i’m for it B) same for the haikyuu one. i hope you enjoyed these!! 

my requests/asks are open, so feel free to send something there, make sure to read my yay’s and nay’s for guidelines/rules!

ciao ~

Deku [waking up]: Rise and--

Bakugo: SHINEEEEEEE!

Hice! Could I request n 5 and 11 for the angst prompts for Dabi with a hero s/o? Thank you! 😊

ohh shoot I like this one

5: “We shouldnt have met.”

11: “You’re too good for me.”

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Blue.

Funny how such an insignificant four letter word can turn your world upside down.

Eraserhead has mentioned it barely in the passing of a conversation. You had asked about the whole training camp fiasco as you took a route with him. Everything was beginning to settle down, and it seemed like the right time.

“The fire was blue, which made it hotter than normal.”

Blue. In the moment, you paid no mind to it, but as you headed home, it was the last straw on an already overfilled damn.

You had stopped on the middle of the sidewalk, other disgruntled travelers grumbling. It made so much sense now. The late nights, the scarcity, his distance. There was no other person that could’ve been at that camp, and as much as you wanted to deny the facts, you knew deep down it was true.

Oh how stupid you were.

When you entered the house, you were hyperaware of his presence on the couch, feet kicked up as he flipped through the channels.

“I was wondering when you were going to get back. This house is boring when you’re not in it.”

Off handed comments like that, ones backed by the sincerity of his voice would’ve made your heart swell, but now it made you cringe.

A clatter resounded throughout the apartment. Upon going through the movements of taking of your coat, you knocked down the shoe rack, both his and your shoes crashing to the ground.

“You alright?”

He was closer now, and you gripped your knuckles tightly.

“Was it you, Dabi?”

The silence was deafening, and the atmosphere changed. You had gotten your answer.

“Was wh-“

“At the training camp. Was? It? You?” You growled. The vice was evident now. You were angry, angry at his lies, angry that you had let yourself fall into such a trap.

“Yes.”

It was deafening, and you ears began to ring, tuning out the TV, his breathing, the soft sound of the rain outside.

“Get out.” You murmured. Upon his lack of movement, you turned to face him in all his glory.

“Get the hell out!” You yelled, voice betraying you. You eyes began to prick at the implications of everything. You were never going to see him again. You couldn’t. You were a hero. He was a villain. Apart of the on of the most notorious villain group in present time.

He moved slowly, making his way towards you. How you wanted to pull away as his hand grasped your. Yet the familiarity was comforting.

“You kidnapped an innocent child, Dabi. You ruined lives with that Nomu attack.”

“It‘s not like that.” He said sternly. You scoffed, and in anger pushed him away.

“Then what is it like Dabi?! Because all I can see is a villain and a liar! And look where that got you. Ruining-ruining everything!”

You had to gulp back a sob. Someone you had come to care so much about was betraying you. You wanted escape the tightening pain in your chest.

His face was vacant, emotions only distinguishable by the slight gleam in his eyes.

“I don’t know what I was thinking.” He said absently. “You’re too good for me.”

Another sob wracked your throat, and you stepped aside so he could leave.

“Please, please go.” You cried, almost indecipherable.

“We should have never met, Dabi.”

Good Morning Kisses (Dabi x reader)

// Just a quick little thing, to ease my boredom. :) //

(Y/n) stared at Dabi's sleeping form, taking in the glory of him with tousled hair. Smiling to herself, she noticed him stirring. Kissing his nose, and moving to his jaw. She pressed quick kisses all over his face.

His arms tightened around her waist, bringing her in even closer to his body. She giggled as he pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. Nibbling on her neck, he moved on top of her body. Effectively caging her in with his arms.

His left arm trailed up her bare legs, to her hips. Squeezing them roughly, (y/n) let out a moan. Enjoying the sensation of it all. "Dabi, we have a meeting today." She whined. He only grunted in response, rolling off of her. "Fucking cockblocks."

The Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya, Kirishima, and whatever more of the bois, would react to them being close to getting into a fist fight, no quirks just hands, and people start yelling WORLDSTAR and get their phones out ready to film someone getting their ass beat?

Todoroki Shouto

“I-” He’s just conflicted at to what to do. Gave the guy one good punch and knocked him out. He felt really bad after, but he became a meme too fast for any apology to go out. 

Bakugou Katsuki

He was about to swing anyways, but that worldstar sent him over the edge and motivated him 10000x more to beat the shit out of the guy. He KNOWS he’s not going to get his ass beat while someone’s recording the fight. The fight was extremely one-sided and he wants to see the video of him beating the guy’s ass at the end. 

Midoriya Izuku

He does that face where he gets all red and waves his hands frantically. I mean it’s not the first time where he gets his ass beat, but he can’t bring himself to do anything especially when there’s a camera. “I don’t even know what worldstar means” 

Kirishima Eijirou

He swings with all his might and sends the bitch flying. Had no idea what worldstar was either but he got hyped the fuck up either way. He says worldstar in any situation since that day. Somebody fucks up, “WORLDSTAR, WORLDSTAR BITCH”  Also becomes a meme afterwards. 

Can I request a beach scenario where Monoma has a crush on reader

Cute ! You know guys there’s 300+ of you following now?! Like oml thanks you guys.

MONOMA walked out of the concession with a couple of cold water bottles just in case they were needed. He screws the cap of one and took a swig. His eyes wandered to the dressing rooms, waiting for you to come out. His breath hitched and unfortunately choked slightly, he tried to calm himself. Okay, he knew you were fit but this is ridiculous. He felt like he needed a warning before drinking ‘cause, damn, that bikini fit you perfectly. He felt a hit on his right shoulder, struggling not to drop the other bottle.

“Keep staring, I’m sure she’ll notice you.”

Kendou spoke sarcastically. He took his gaze off you to glare at the red head. A red blush dusted his cheeks as you spotted them, jogging with a towel in hand. “Hey Neito! Kendou!” You waved with a free hand, he swore this could be a seen in a cheesy beach movie. He could see Kendou smirking without even glancing her way.“Why don’t you guys hit the water? I’ll catch up!” Kendou ran to her classmates, waving tauntingly. Monoma sighed.

A silence grew between the two of you.

“So….wanna 'hit’ the water?” You giggled and ran to spread the towel of the heated sand, he blushed.“Sure I guess.”You two enjoyed the water, the suns heat seemed to die down slightly, hitting the perfect temperature. You splashed some water the blondes way, he barely reacted narrowing his eyes.“You wanna go?” He had amusement in his voice.“Hell ya I do!”

You laughed, it was music to his ears, he found out recently he wanted to make you laugh more, he wanted you all to himself. He wanted you. He wasn’t planning to tell you anytime soon though, he was too busy enjoying the suns rays, calming water, and splashing you, he’d probably just ruin what you had now, that’s how he thought about it anyways.

It was nice to hear him laugh for a change, not that antagonizing threat facade he puts on for the other students half the time, just him having fun, smiling not smirking. You thought it was amazing.

One of his stronger splashes seemed to snap you out of your thoughts, you stepped back and lost your footing, landing not so gracefully on your bottom. Your hair covered your vision, you probably looked ridiculous.

“Let me help you up, mon cheri.” (I don’t know how to French smh) well at least your random hair flop covered your now present blush. He chuckled as you found his hand, and he pulled you up.

You two sat giggling at the tiki bar, making fun of folk passing by, and joking around. It was great, the sunset came sooner than expected, the same amount of strangers scattering the beach. Monoma got the idea to go to a hill nearby instead of the noisy beach. So that’s where you sat on a tacky designed beach towel, enjoying the sunset.His colourless grey toned eyes seemed to soak up the sunsets different hues like watercolours. It was b e a u t i f u l .Guess you stared too long, his face turned to yours, sounding a quite hum.You don’t know what came over you, but before you knew it you hand caressed his cheek and your lips met his soft ones, his eyes widened, surprised at first, but he eased into it, and kissed back.You pulled back realizing what you did and smacked a hand over your mouth , cheeks blushing ferociously.“I’m sorry I really don’t…I-I just..” You spoke.“Hey” you stopped rambling and looked up at the boy. His hand covered yours.“I like you, a lot.” A blush covered his face as well. A smile itched its way to his face, his eyes glistening, reflecting countless warm colours of the watercolour painting of a sunset before you.

“Your eyes really are breathtaking..” you stated randomly with a smile, damn! You did it again. Your breath hitched, opening your mouth and closing it again.“Your pretty breath taking yourself, beautiful.” His hand unconsciously started playing with your hair. Your hands wrapped around his neck and ran your fingers through his soft hair, and went in for another kiss.

Hope this was alright! Couldn’t think of any ideas lol, sorry if it’s rushed leave a note!

I was watching mha and I kept thinking, when dabi uses his fire quirk, imagine how hot his piercings will get. 

Because they’re metal right? 

Imagine how much pain the poor bby will feel, but he does it anyway for the LOV

Hey everyone! I’m very exited to be bringing you this new blog, dedicated to My Hero Academia! I look forward to all of your requests :)

Who I will write for: Midoriya Izuku Bakugou Katsuki (Explosive husbo) Todoroki Shouto Kaminari Denki Kirishima Eijirou (Precious, precious, boy.) Aizawa Shouta Iida Tenya Mineta Minoru (Listen, the boy deserves love too.) Ashido Mina Asui Tsuyu (Froggy queen) Uraraka Ochako Jiro Kyoka Yaoyorozu Momo Togata Mirio Amajiki Tamaki Shinso Hitoshi Shindo Yo

I'll possibly add more in future time. But for now, this is it.

What I will write/draw Fluff/Romance/Angst/NSFW/Etc, Etc. Character x Reader Gay/Lesbian/Bi-Sexual

What I will not write/draw

Character Death Scat/Watersports/Vore Rape/Incest/Non-con Foot fetish. Please, no.

Transgender. (Note: I don't feel comfortable writing this, not because I find it wrong or anything, but because I have no idea how a trasgender thinks and feels, and therefore do not feel comfortable writing/speaking for them.)

More rules might be added over time.

I ask that you be specific with your requests, so that I am able to fully bring them to life for you. I reserve rights to deny a request if I am uncomfortable with it.

Feelings

I don’t really like this one i might take it down and edit it more later. Enjoy, though!

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Over the course of time that Aizawa had known you, he had become accustomed to your blunt and abrasive personality.

It wasn't as if you were trying to rub people the wrong way. It was just that you called it as you saw it, and usually people didn't take to kindly, especially villains.

You had a field day with villains. The vice in your words was almost like a second quirk, able to render some speechless and surprised. It had presented you and Aizawa with more than one strategic advantage in a fight.

"I'm just not good with words." You stated one night. You were eating takeout with him on the rooftop of your apartment building after a patrol. He had asked how you had gotten so good at taunting.

"It's hard for me to control my filter. I got in loads in trouble as a kid. I just wouldn't hesitate to call out something that was wrong."

You chuckled to yourself, looking out over the cityscape with a wistful feeling.

"I got detention once because I requested a meeting with my math teacher, and then proceeded to show him all the ways his teaching was ineffective."

Aizawa tilted his head slightly towards you, silence propelling you to continue the story.

"He would just assign us pages in our book, and expect us to teach ourselves pre-cal while he sat at his desk reading a light novel. Then, he would have the nerve to scold the class when we didn't get good test scores."

"Sounds..... Unfair."

You snorted, and Aizawa found his self bemused as well.

"You got that right." You stated, a light jingle of a laugh floating from your lips.

"In the end I may have gotten detention. But, the teacher got fired the next semester, and I haven't regretted it once."

Even after you stopped going on patrol routes together, it wasn't unusual for a late night call or text, asking to crash on the couch for a night.

This night was no different. The rain was vicious and the soft sound of thunder in the distance became more grating with every clash. No one wanted to be in the storm.

Hey, Aizawa, can I come over real quick.

Yeah.

He was grading papers, and in general being his normal insomniac self. It didn't cross his mind that you didn't have a patrol today. Or how the text made it seem like you weren't going to stay.

Mere minutes later, there was an almost frantic knock at the door.

He was up, and in a moment, opening it.

You were there, bent over and struggling to breath. Your clothes were sopping, you didn't even have a coat on. He realized in that moment that you didn't have a patrol scheduled, and you were in your civilian clothes.

"You're going to get sick." Was all he managed. He was, well, confused.

You stood up straight, finally able to regain some composure.

"I had a dream."

"A dream." A dream?

"Exactly so. A dream about you."

Aizawa was about to say something, but you held up a hand and effectively silenced him.

"You died. You were killed off by some villain and I was there, unable to do anything. And when I woke up from the dream, I was crying. I was crying for what I thought was some stupid insignificant reason. It was just a stupid dream."

You were acting erratically. Like your mouth wasn't quick enough for the words you wanted to say. You hand kept trying to run through your wet, sopping hair, but got caught in the tangles.

"And, Aizawa, Shouta, I was sitting in bed. The dream had utterly shaken me to my core. I was trying to figure out why. Was it because I couldn't be the hero? Or that I didn't end up saving the day? Or that the person I was trying to protect had died?" You said. You hand gestures were disconnected, and he could tell you were tired, exhausted even.

"I was thinking it had to do with something about my inability to be a hero. But then it dawned on me."

You paused, intaking a breath of air to recuperate.

"It was because of you."

There was a long silence, and you took slower breath in an effort to allow your body to catch up with your brain.

"Now, I'm not good with words, so I'm going to put this in my words. But I really want to spend more time with you. I care about you more than I do with a lot of people because somehow you and your entirety of black and gray clothes managed to- to entrap me. In a stupid web like a goddamn fly. Except the web is all these weird feelings."

There was silence, and it dawned on Aizawa that this was a confession. Sure it was choppy, disconnected, and altogether blunt, but it was a confession nonetheless. It was undoubtedly yours.

He found himself looking into your eyes, the water from the rain dripping down your face and clothes as you stood there.

He felt.... content. He didn't feel like a schoolboy, or a love struck teenager. He wasn't nervous because it was you. You, who he had met so many months ago. You who he had been on countless missions with, spent the night at your apartment more than enough times, hell you who introduced him to the best takeout in the city.

"Is that a bad thing?"

The look on your face was like five different stages. Except the stages were all confusion at different levels of visceral reaction.

"Huh?" Was all you managed.

"To be trapped in the web, with me?" He questioned. He watched your eyes scan his face for a moment, but settle on his. Your lips quirked upwards slightly.

"Of course not."

R E Q U E S T S ?

Hey! I'm desperate for a request right now. I do head cannons, drabble and whatnot. But also to inform you this is a char x reader account.

I'm pretty much down for anything, I'm a bit rusty at writing so please forgive me if it isn't subpar. But I would love to be given a chance :)

P l e a s e ?

more inasa yoarashi headcannons bc why not

he likes wrapping presents even though he's bad at it

loves handmade gifts bc he thinks they're cool and personalized

he's that guy who has his face painted at a football game

secretly wanted aang's staff so he can fly too

rly rly likes dogs, esp big dogs because they're extra cuddly

watches gaming channels on youtube and is kinda a video game hoarder himself

has been through every embarrassing phase known to man

baby lock them doors and turn the lights down low

Sincerely

MOD OVERHAUL but in a cowboy hat

Scenario of katsuki getting his leg injured during battle so his s/o has to carry him bridal style while his s/o fights off the rest of the villains and him getting teased about it later on

Cute!

Bakugou yelped in pain, you turned around to find some shape shifting villain biting into his calf. It was only slightly bloody but you were still worried.“Katsuki!” Bakugou pulled away from the villain only to tear the flesh further. “Gah! Wolfy bastard!” He directed a small explosion towards the wolf form shifter, making him flee. “Hang in there, don’t try to stand!” You laughed at his stubbornness as you sat him against a wall to take care of the rest of teh villains.

…

You took them down with a few punches and kicks, barely using your quirk.Katsuki was definitely not admiring your toned figure kicking ass with a blush on the sidelines. You sighed wiping your forehead, you received a text from Izuku.

‘Sorry but AllMight said he can’t make to your location to pick you guys up from your mission…..sorry for the inconvenience have a safe walk!’

Damn, what do you do now? An idea popped into your head, an evil smirk spread onto your features.“Oi! What the fuck is the look for?!” He yelled from the wall, arms crossed.“All might can’t pick us up….so it’s plan B..” you explained doing hand gestures.

“What the fuck IS plan B?” You scooped him up in your arms before he could retaliate.“H-hey shithead! P-put me down!” His went red, partially from anger of course .“Ummm, yeah you can’t walk….plus judging from your stuttering there’s no way I’m putting you down!” You giggled as he protested.

“ID RATHER FUCKING DIE THAN BE CARRIED BY A GIRL!” When you pulled him closer after his struggling for minutes, he became at ease and gave up.

“That more like it princes-”

“SHUt YoUr MouTH.”

“Is baku flustered? That’s adorab-”

“THESE ROLES ARE FUCKED, this isn’t EVEN FaiR!”

Time skip Back at UA-

“And the I was like- hey are you even listenin!?” Kirishima complained as Denki was too busy holding in a laugh“PPPffFFtt.” He grabbed the redhead shoulder and pointed to your direction.“PHAAHHAHAAAA!” Pikachu wheezed as Bakugou shot back with his colourful language. Sweating Izuku just sat there with a shocked Ochako witnessing the scene.

“Shut up, he can’t walk. Damsel in Distress over has an injured leg!” You looked down at him, even though he was used to your body’s contact right now from the walk, he still blushed eeeeeeven harder. You giggled.

“Shut IT weirdo.” He whined quietly, rolling over in your arms to face your stomach to hide his blush. He crossed his arms and his fluffy hair tickled your belly and it was your turn to blush, 'that was adorable’The rest of the students just watched confused, why wasn’t Bakugou going crazy? Than something world changing happened.“You SAy anYthing MorE I Am FUCKING THROWING YOU DOWN THESE STAIRs!” He snapped…. but there was amuse in his voice. You tried to keep your balance going one step at a time.“Ahuh ok knock me over and you’re coming down with the ship!” You giggled, why were you always giggling?

“You guys are a ship now? That’s great!”

“SHUT UP DENKI! YOU WANT YOUR MURDER TO LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT!”Pretty much every other student shouted.

You started chuckling harder“Does that make me captain.?” Spike boy practically whispered, you felt his mouth stretch into a grin against your stomach.“You are such a dork! A-are you grinning?!” He….laughed? Everyone seemed to noticed, jaws were dropped.

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Hey hope this is okay kinda crappy cuz part of it was deleted and I had to rewrite it. Leave a like!