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strawberry-nugget · 3 years

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Stargazing [through the five stages of grief] | K. Bakugo

★Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki/ reader

☆Synopsis: after Izukus sudden death you and Bakugo find comfort in each other

★Warnings:18+, minors do not interact, sexual themes(SMUT), aged up characters, grieving and coping mechanisms, depression as part of a stage of grief, language

☆A/N: I wrote this for @starstruckkittensweets 's Summer Romance Collab collab I also cried multiple times while writing this for so many reasons. Dedicated to my friend @aichiin in hopes this is any comforting to her <3

★Word Count: 10.6K

i. denial | 3.28 am Just when you think silence is going to engulf you in lethal restraints, he's got you. Held and embraced, away from all the evil in the world, pouring a fountain of tears in the burgundy of his tank top. The beauty of the seashore is unmatched at this time of the year -end of July- honey colored sand spreading to as far as your eye can see, lining the white foams of the water perfectly. It shines under the moonlight beautifully golden, as if Midas' touch has grazed each and every speck of sand; it's almost a pity to watch some weather away in the soft evening breeze. Not many stars are visible with how bright the moon is and you simply can't stop thinking about it, the numbness in your heart as you're trying to spot the only few constellations that you know, but even them seem unable to shine brighter than the light of the moon. But he- he shoots a hand to the sky with one eye closed as he mutters something under his breath. It makes your heart pause. You don't catch it though -whatever it is he said- ears deaf to the feeling of being pressed too tightly into his broad chest -to an asphyxiating point, even- but you catch your heart fluttering again for the first time in weeks. A good sign, you guess, the little excitement that you feel can overthrow the buzzing void in your heart, or your head. "That's the Hercules one right? You've been trying to find it for years huh?" You feel the humming in his own hollow chest more than you hear the soft muttering that leaves his lips. This heat he usually emits is probably gone by now, from how tight he's holding you and you're not entirely sure why he's putting on that show for you. The soft pretending of searching for the stars when he won't let your face turn to the direction of the sky, or why he just so effortlessly knows all the constellations you've been trying to find. Under any other case you'd call him a show off, a self contrasting asshole and his sloppy hold around your chin and neck proves that you've never been this close, as expected. He doesn't know what you like or how you'd rather be held, or even, how anyone would like to be held and you don't know anything about how to handle someone like him but social expectations don't matter when comfort is needed, or whatever Mina and Ochako said. The air smells like salt and seaweed, musty and a bit heavy, but refreshing at the same time. As refreshing as hot July air could ever be yet you still find the breeze chilly, so you coo into chest even more, throwing a leg over his thighs, and flexing your palm on his ribs. In response he soothes his hand down your shoulder, trying to create some much needed friction for you. "You can drop the act now" You mutter, rubbing your cheek comfortably onto the soft cotton of his tank top

"What act?" "Trying to comfort me, trying to use me to comfort yourself" There's hurt in the way you talk, and it jabs his heart peculiarly, making him push you off his chest just one but so he can meet your gaze. When he does, you realise you've never been met with such a serious look, and your mind vibrates in what your own confrontation towards him should be. "I mean, why be comforted? We're strong. We're heroes, we-" He shushes you, with a gaze and a snake-like lisp sound that rattles out of his teeth. "What's insufferable for me, I'm guessing, is even worse for you" He clears his throat just when his voice gets a bit raspy from laying on his back "and I'm a hero, it's what I should do. He would have wanted this as well you kno-" "He would have wanted you to be yourself not try to become him" You nuzzle your nose deeper into his chest, avoiding his eyes and the prying stars that decorate the sky above, feeling watched, betrayed by how they're able to shine so brightly despite the loss you're feeling. But then again, why wouldn't they shine? Isn't life just supposed to move on even after a loved one isn't with you anymore? Stars aren't supposed to go out, to become more or less as time goes by, they've seen distraction and glory and fall -it's only you who finds

it cruel that they can still shine in times like this. "He would have wanted me to be better. It pains me more than you to admit" Katsuki has never shown such an appreciating side of himself when it comes to your late friend. Or he has and you've just not been there to witness. Or, perhaps, you've chosen to turn a blind eye to anything that's ever brought them close because you weren't the most fond of him since childhood. Yet, a feeling inside your chest commands you to oppose him and his word. Even by the comfort of his own chest. There's no denying that you've wanted to hate the one who's nothing but comforting you, but you find yourself stuck between grief and a burning heart. It leaves you numb, maybe, to think that he so graciously holds you as if nothing else in the world matters. When this shouldn't be the case. "Why, why does this have to happen to us? We're supposed to save people, losing people is-" "The biggest part of the job" He finished your words for you, strobing that little rattle of reluctance he senses in your voice "We didn't-" "Sign up for this?" You nod at his inquiry "in a way I think we did. He always pushed himself and if you say you never saw it coming, you're lying" "I didn't" "There you go" "No, no" You shake your head "he was strong. This shouldn't have happened, it's unfair and it's-" "It fucking damn is unfair but there's no rematch for him. I wholeheartedly agree, it shouldn't have been like this. We shouldn't be here, days after his damn birthday, hollow and mourning. He should have been here, we should be celebrating" He's not going to call him an idiot. Not anymore. Not even because he's hurt you or anyone as a matter of fact, but because he's come to respect his dead, he's come to lose the attitude when it comes to seeking help, or giving it. It's something Izuku has taught him, a strong moral that no longer rests in the back of his head as a possible value to characterise a hero. It's rather a reality, such a strong wave of consciousness and coinsense that washes through his body all the time. You think, qualities of Izuku, wash through your soul in waves too. "But suggestion is oceans away from reality" Katsuki whispers and just then, the tender touch of his fingers lingers in between your locks. Only for a split second, and for the sole reason of flicking some hair on top of your ear, to shield it from the chill of the air. You're not certain if you act on your grief's accord or not when you grab onto his wrist to prolong the soft petting of his hand on your head. But he complies with you wordlessly, sighing out a heavy bubble of air off his lungs. "That's not the hercules one" You whisper "Huh?" "The constellation" It's oddly satisfying how you coo deeper into his chest, even if you can't see him pop one eye open to peak at the sky "that's Ursa Major" "Like fuck it is Ursa Major" "Katsuki, is this your first time stargazing?" You ask quietly and he wraps a hand around your waist to drag you a little closer towards his chin. When he does, he rests his chin onto your hairline. "I can't believe I opened a goddamn map for this and couldn't even distinguish the hercules one from the Big Dipper" You hammer out a little giggle. It sounds mechanical but still, he mimics you, and you can not only feel the vibrations in his chest, but the movements of his chin too, as he mellowy rubs his soft skin on your hair, soothing his lips on your head from time to time. The breaths he lets out of his nose are silent, yet you feel them calming you down, so warm and so calming against you. "The Hercules is a big constellation but it's not bright at all, you have to catch it on a moonless night and it's usually gone too early" Katsuki sighs. The process of taking in your words in analogy with late Izuku is too strong and it's too early for him to touch a subject that even so reminds him of the situation. It's more than enough that you two got to talk about it tonight, or rather, about your feelings, but at one point the line is drawn on what's harmful to his soul. A sole mention of the condition of a constellation should be making his stomach churn, and it definitely shouldn't make him hug you tighter into him. For one, the phenomenon of the constellation's nature has been around for longer than he has been who he is, and will still be when he's not. This small coincidence, even if it rubs salt to the wound, is not the fault of a small mass of stars gathered together to form something human eyes can recognize as a kneeling figure. Izuku's life is probably just a parallel to the greek myth of hercules, or so, he likes to glorify, but when it comes to him, there's noass of stars for anyone to remember him by.

Izuku falls and dies so long as the memories of his friends live, finding shelter behind a myth, a legend, a course change in the history of humankind that lead to this specific moment. Him, mourning with you, on the beach that Izuku cleaned years ago, feeling his heart ache in sync with yours. And maybe, maybe if- "If I close my eyes and fall asleep, will I wake up and realise that this is all a bad dream?" You ask as if you don't know what the answer is going to be and he tries to not indulge in feeding you a void of hopes just to make you feel a bit more sure of your future, or try to convince himself he'll have a good one too. He wants to reply positively, just as much as he wants to wake up too in a reality where Izuku is still alive, and he's got to say everything he's ever wanted. He knows, some nights he'll find himself thinking he would like to go back and change the course of his own history, whatsoever, to never hurt Izuku for naturally having qualities he had to work for, or change the fact that he's been harsh and cruel. The 'why us' inquiry that arises in his chest as he's stroking the slightly greasy hair on your scalp is what's left to bounce in his head for now, eating away every curly corner of his brain, turning any other thought into a wasteland, yet, still his answer to you is what he would rather not hear, bathed in a cruel nature he's tried so hard to lose from his persona. "I wish it were just one bad dream" There's so many questions in his head; are you asleep? Or will he hurt you by trying to force himself into accepting Izuku's death? Are you prone to being hurt and pricked by how raspy and serious his voice sounds? Because you don't make a noise, nor a sniffle, and your hand isn't tightening around the collar of his shirt anymore. He wishes too, it's all a bad dream. For the lover that you lost, and for the person he's known better than anyone, the person that knew him better than anyone. But it's not. And the mellow sound of waves crashing on the shore bears a tune to convince him to forget, but the water won't reflect the stars he can see with his bare eyes. Thus he's asleep before the lurking darkness in sound and sight gets him too. Just for a while, just until it's his own turn to face oblivion. A small part of his brain, though, convinces him he'd face any oblivion so long as he gets to fall asleep in your arms like that, over the soft, warm sand, on a chilly July night.

ii. anger | 9.47 pm If you could only know the reason you're yelling, tears wouldn't be spilling from the corners of your eyes, down your cheeks just to drown on your overly stretched mouth, wetting the lips that are stinging in splits and bruises of dehydration. He's not one to back down while facing the disdain of his own feelings. When that disdain should be directed on how petty the cause for your irritation is, you're both focused on the snap of nerves inside each of your heads, chests heaving as you're staring at each other dead in the eye; you, from the cold seat of your couch, Katsuki, from the numbing howling that seeps through the cracks of your front door. The bags in his hands are heavy with groceries and the weight of this peculiar, unspoken agreement to settle together. It's hidden in the affection behind every piece of vegetable and fruit in the tote bags. Even if the night is young, he's got a look in his eyes that mutters how

willing he actually is to grab a pot and a spoon and cook for the two of you. But you know- he shouldn't put pressure on himself after a late patrol for a chore you were supposed to fulfill. If only he wasn't on your ass about ordering take out. "You can't fucking order again." He speaks, grunting more so than accentuating the words as he probably should. But he's irritated you, so much that you've spent the last ten minutes yelling at each other while standing frozen in your places. Probably, a neighbor has heard and your mere response to the alarming social anxiety that arises from that fact is apathy. You're already directing a big amount of angry spouting at the blond, there's no such room to experience other feelings right now. "Fucking hell, Katsuki just stop! I don't fucking care if you think ordering isn't fucking good. I can't cook right now. I won't cook" You say in a higher pitch "and you won't cook either" When he opens his mouth to speak, you roll your eyes, away from him -you just know what he's going to say- though you instantly regret it. The sight of him frozen, with bags in his hands before your door is upsetting, and begs to stir up your mind in horrid imaginations of him throwing a tantrum at you and leaving you, of him never opening up his door to you ever again. Maybe, just maybe you should have thought this through better before yelling at him. "Fuck you" He says through greeted teeth and scrunched up nose huffs "fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck" He's not a punching bag, he's the only person who's here for you and your heart won't forgive you if you lose him. Your head turns or snaps to his direction, eyes too gooey to meet his gaze properly, but you still do look at him so desperately, you're sure your heart makes a ripping sound at its very seams. And that firm dedication of his to closing himself off is evident again; in that wet anger in the corner of his eyes, seeping like magma just at the tips but never falling down on his cheeks. In his pursed lower lip -and oh, will it be so infuriating to think, you don't wanna fight, you just want him to press those lips against your forehead and forget those arguments that always arise? As he's headed for the kitchen, step after step and upper lip overlapping the bottom one to hide his irritation, his eyes are averted from you and you chase after him with counted movements; a little limp to your left leg by sitting on it for a long time bubbling up inside your bones. Unwillingly, non-eagerly. Regret and remorse for yourself are feelings that rush through you, making your tongue run faster than your mouth, making your head dizzy with guilt and drowning you of a trillion of things you want to say to him. "Katsuki" You plead with half a breath, eyebrows forming an impossible frown above your eyes "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have yelled, i-" "Fucking save it. Order if you want, I don't care" "Katsuki-" He huffs air too harshly out of his scrunched up nostrils again and shuts his eyes closed, hands resting over the groceries as he's leaning over the kitchen table. Not once in the minute he's taking from himself does he spare you a glance, but you can rather listen to him mutter a soft 'be patient' under his own breath. To himself, you realise, but your heart's too heavy as you anxiously suck your upper lip inside your mouth, wondering -will an apology fix this? It may irritate him even more, and taking the risk is probably not worthy of him getting riled up, but you go for it nonetheless, hidden away behind the stall that separates the kitchen from the living room. Your little hiding spot for the moment, a place where you can safely hide behind as you choke on your own spit, trembling at the thought of any possible outcome of your next choice of words. "I'm sorry, I'm just, I'm snappy lately" He won't respond and you notice how he's counting his breathing with eyes still shut, though, ever so slightly; that's your sign to step back, give him space and time as you make your first step to the living room. Though small glimmers of regret

springle inside your heart, landing in small needle-like jabs on every stretchy wall of the overly sensitive organ, your brain begs to be the voice of common sense, just to push you to just give him space. But what if he doesn't want space. What if he wants to be held? Like you do. What if he doesn't want to fight? "I'm sorry" You mutter under your breath, again Your step is almost crippled as you try to approach him, lost and scared at the sight of him still struggling to compose himself still. The guilt in your gut is immense and spreading like a wildfire on rotten land, but you feel like, perhaps, you -and him consequently- soothe down when your hand touches his shoulder, or, when your forehead rests easy on the crook of his neck, just after you out your weight on your toes, You can't help but repeat your previous statement. "I'm sorry, talk to me, tell me if you're good or not" He grunts, letting out a short breath in the form of a sigh. 'I'm not', you translate and your chest tightens Your right hand comes to curl around his chest over his shoulder, your left, mechanically even, cripples around his waist enough so you can press his back into your chest. "Fuck i-" You don't make a move to shush him "I feel so bad, I just. What would he have to say about me if I left his girlfriend on her own, to eat crap everyday. That's not healthy for you. I shouldn't be fucking yelling. I shouldn't-" He's so out of breath, that you consider punching some air into his lungs, with the softest CPR to have ever been performed, but the thought leaves your head immediately, your heart drowning your stomach in guilt at the imagery of your lips on his. The snap to reality after that little moment is so intense, you don't know how you handle yourself and your heart. "I shouldn't be yelling" In all your years, you've never heard him be so sincere while being so furious. When it's true that he's nothing of getting into drama or anything of sort, Katsuki is always too prideful to admit when he's made a mistake. You figure, it's unfair to still judge him as if he's his UA self, or his middle school self even. He's a different person now, having lived through so many events that could crush even the most strong willed person -and that's what he gets from admiring All Might, you think- and all he's ever done is try to be here for you. Understanding each other in such difficult times is mandatory and compromise is a foundation that you both need to work on. You find yourself opening your mouth and shutting it again for several seconds as you're trying to voice it. The dry, chapped feeling of your lips colliding makes you want to shut your eyes and wordlessly communicate your thoughts to him, but it's impossible. For your quirk isn't transmitting your thoughts to others, nor is it keeping track of one's thoughts. Everything you do to comfort him, has to be done by yourself, strictly. "Katsuki, I don't want you to-" You nuzzle your face into his back in hopes that perhaps, it muffles the intensity of your speech "I don't want you to overwork yourself for me. Izuku-" His name is whispered like words of sin or ruthless statements of atrocities, when it shouldn't "-wouldn't let me do that to you." He doesn't talk, or sigh, or even place his hand on yours and a whole minute passes like that. Or two, or three, or an eternity. The clock is ticking so loud that it's unbearable, his heartbeat muffling your ears while his scent is musking your nose. It's a funny thing, that perhaps, everything feels so warm, so comforting like this, you'd like to keep hugging him, if he allows you too. For as long as this minute's eternity can last. "Don't leave me cause I'm angry and snappy" It's so barely audible that you think he's only trying to calm himself down again, but it strikes you like a swift slash of a sword to your chest to realize the weight of his words. You thought you were the only one feeling this way. 'Don't leave me'. As if- as if it's an option that's hunting the depths of his chest, or perhaps as if your situation isn't a granted part in your lives for a little over a month. You're not one to inquire of a person in panic why they said what they said or if there's a cryptic meaning behind his very words. Because, frankly, there isn't. He's pretty clear, even while being tenderly desperate about it. And oh, you feel your heart pull and pinch at the thought of it.

"I'm not leaving" "Good" When he turns to face you, he's gripping onto your palms like it's painted out to be for dear life, a plea to not let him go as he turns his body around; you feel as if he needs you, as if, you're necessary to comfort him as well. You're too far gone in the joy that gathers in your stomach to hear him utter the words "I'm not leaving either" but you find some meaning of this statement in his embrace, when he shoves you into his chest. There's a little awkward cripple to your gaze that causes you to steal a stare outside the window or, perhaps, it's something bigger, or even the drive in your heart to hope for something more as an outcome for this. In the worst case scenario, you're pleading for forgiveness, if, by any chance, Izuku is still out there and can witness this little happening. That's when you find it, and truly, you have to catch a second glance at it to feel certain about what you just saw. Subtle little shimmers of stars, painting a large part of the sky, patiently awaiting to be noticed, in agony and tiredness that only a hero could recognize. And if you're a hero, you can feel it too, the kneeling of the legs, the flexing of the arms -it's all there- drawn by little stars of other galaxies in front of your very eyes, after searching for them for years. That's perhaps what people mean when they say, happiness is found in small things. Katsuki's arms around you, his faint breathing grazing the skin of your nape tenderly as he's calming himself down is more than enough, but the sky tonight has managed to make a compromise for the two of you, shining the diamond colors of the hercules constellation to the two of you. It's a blink and you'll miss it, no reason to break away from his arms, so you coo into his mellowy neck, speaking against his skin. "I found it, the hercules constellation" "What? Where" He's not shook at all as he speaks, and it doesn't surprise you either; there's this dazzling tranquility in the air, so much for getting you to calm down after such rage, but you'll take it over anything else, anytime. When Katsuki seems to detach his resting lips from the crook of your neck, he lays the side of his face on the very spot, inquiring again about the location of the constellation. You're more than happy to provide him with an answer. He drags you to the balcony with slow steps, a million steps away from the lights of your apartment as it seems before snapping his head towards the sky, squinting his eyes to comb through any star he could probably set his gaze on. You help him find it, not because it's before his very eyes, but because something inside you is flickering to rush you. Hurry it up. Look at the pretty stars and embrace him again, because it feels good, and you don't mind that you get mad at yourself for thinking this way. You don't even want to question your morals as thoughts of holding his hand pass through your head. Maybe a finger or two tangled in his like messy strands of hair, too hard to detangle- maybe that'd be comforting. Perfect even. Despite your best efforts to tickle his pointer finger with yours shyly, you come to realise he won't respond -you better behave, or, you should have know, but the insecurities that make you question everything are as evident as they'll ever be- you wonder if you've made him uncomfortable. But he's wrapping an arm around your shoulders, by grabbing that hand you're using to guide his gaze across the constellation and this time you can't help, but tangle all of your fingers through his, like a hair clam, fitting so perfectly, your heart cracks even more than last time. "I can pop some rice in the rice cooker and you can buy some Teriyaki" He sighs, though not once does he pry his eyes away from the stars

And that's where you feel a weight lifting off your shoulders, only to drop to your stomach; it's not a half hearted compromise, rather, it's sincere, something so eerie and far away from the usual 'take it or leave it' Katsuki Bakugo, but… you'll take it. With a broken smile and a coo into his shoulder. You turn to look at the stars as well, and Katsuki cracks a small smile now that you can't see it, because compromising actually feels good, relieving or whatever. He doesn't want to think about whether, in any sense, he's on your mind or not, he'd rather show you a piece of his own mind, a crack opening to see inside his heart -it's almost too painful that he has to be the one to calm things down. He's never been one to do so, but standing on his feet right now is mandatory. For you, him, whatever the two of you have got going on, because if not, coping won't be effective. He likes to think, you have each other in this, and that's enough for him. To keep things peaceful he has to take an occasional step back, and if that's the price to pay, he guesses he will. Izuku may be gone, he may have turned the two of you into what seems an unfixable broken mess, but at least he's left you with each other. Perhaps, he'll once appear again, in the form of new love, or a smile on your face at the sight of an old childhood photo, and things will be fine again. If only he could have been kinder, or better, or not as competitive, he wouldn't be sorry or trying to fix his own self. For now though rice and teriyaki ought to be the only problems he wants to face.

iii. bargaining | 7.30pm "What if I could have prevented this?" His voice is anything but loud, his chest too hollow, bouncing the voice of his concern around the broadness of his muscles, just to graze into your ears in soft vibrations. The statement alone makes you perk up and swoon your face away from him, hands laid flat and firm against his petrocals as you're finally fixing him with a gaze. Saturdays always bite his ass and Sundays are ever so depressing. This weekend is no less easy for the two of you. Katsuki's barely able to slur words without hissing or cursing, seeing as his jaw is bandaged up by being sliced by a villain at work today, and you've both decided that it's best if he gets to have an early night. "You'll be fine by next week, I'll help you change your bandages" He shakes his head before he buries his face behind his palms, as if trying to hide his emotions from you; you give him the right, with a worried face to match the situation "Not that, shit- no 'm taking 'bout Izuku" Oh You can't really place yourself into why but you've been having the same thoughts as of late. It's only natural, you dare say, to convince yourself not to be persistent on guilt tripping that little mellow voice in your head that tried to tell you that everything's going to be fine in the end, but it's in vain- for every time this happens you have to find a new way to occupy yourself to shove the destructive thoughts away. It's probably not right in any sense, to prompt Katsuki to ignore the problem as well, but the thudding of your heart -always matched perfectly by the raindrops that hit on the roof of the house hard enough to make you feel oh so concerned- commands you to find a new coping mechanism to add to your little pile. "I- I just-" A look in his eyes and you're lost in a trance of whether you're going to break his heart by momentarily avoiding talking. It is more than enough to convince you to voice something, anything, but every word that sparks at the back of your brain is washed by astounding waves of anxiety that have your tongue swim in the sea of your mouth. You don't come up with anything to say for as long as a moment lasts. "It's like- I should have been there! I turned down that fucking call because I was sure he could do this on his own" "Katsu" "He fucking- I fucking- I-" "Hey, stop it-" You plea "It doesn't make it any different, I know that but-" He snaps

quicker than you can imagine, prospering away from another call of his name that slips from your lips. Irises turn away from you in wrinkly eyes, furrowed brows and pursed lips. His heart is palpitating so fast, his eyes flicker in what you can read is pain, maybe, you could take some blame to yourself. Not that you have any right trace if thought to come up with comfort, or rather, not like you have it in you to let Katsuki assign this all on himself. "I could-" You start, yet your mouth is dry "I could have been there as well-" It's such an awkward miniscule moment that you share but it's enough to make your heart feel like it's breaking in regret. You're only left to wonder if your friends are feeling that way too, about Izuku's call for reinforcements that Katsuki turned down, that none of them tended to on time. "Don't put this on you" Your stomach, unable to cooperate with any plea of yours to not drown in anxiety, stirs its contents to it's desire, making you sit up; Katsuki's embrace is too void for you right now, your chest is way too hollow for you to not feel alienated. It's in moments like these that you know trying to handle yourself or your life with each other is probably a mistake, a false emotional dependency that should not exist otherwise, and you always hope he gets to prove those intrusive thoughts of yours otherwise. You're taken aback when warm hands find their way around you; it's unexpected and you flinch, but you're soothed the moment your brain processes who it is that's hugging you, bringing you back to reality and breaking your short lived dissociation. He presses his ear onto the crook of your neck, this time, not hissing at the way his wounds ache as his skin tubs on yours. He notices that certain way your breathing's working and he sighs in relief, or sorrow, for he's too scared to ever speak of what's hiding in his chest, or what's adding to him feeling so twisted and evil. "Wanna go for a ride?" He says, unexpectedly, surprising even himself by how absurd it sounds "Where to?" "Niko" He purrs and you let out a giggle "That's too far silly" "I 'on know, heard it's pretty this time of the year" You finally turn around to him, only slightly so as to not disturb his embrace and ruffle a hand through his hair, and pause just before your lips find his forehead. Somewhere deep inside of you it hurts for this to feel so casual, a loving interaction with Katsuki of all people. It feels like some sick trick of betrayal but your eyes are burning onto his skin while your world moves in slow motion. A hand on his cheek isn't as harmful as the addition of another one, yet you still go for that choice, dry lips inevitably set onto pale pink skin, pressing a soft kiss of comfort. "We could go at that spot, near UA, we used to go there a lot when we were high schoolers" Katsuki's words are calm and collected, hidden between gritted teeth so he can appear like his chest is fuller than yours, but what you don't know is that his heart is trying to beat out of his chest, like it's the most secretive, harsh prison. He briefly wonders if by knowing so, you'll hurt as much as him. But your kiss on his forehead, the warm place in which he rests face against your chest it all points to you feeling the same- it's there and he can read every single sign, whether he wants to deny them or not. "Should I get dressed?" A grunt this prolonged means yes. And truth be told the set and scenery of this small driving outlet is almost idyllic; a silent car ride, tainted faces and the gloomy watery corners of one's eyes to match the pouring rain, the slow, mellow music matching in beats with the squeaky wipers. What a perfect, diligent harmony you've got. It feels like a cut to another scene in a slow paced movie. The time is still stuck at 8.15, signifying how it wasn't long ago that you were starting to drown in a pool of bargaining -and voicing it out loud- and a part of you is still sad for thinking that maybe, for Katsuki, you're a coping mechanism. A full rembrandt of what's left of

Izuku's that he doesn't want to give up. You keep wondering if that would be the case had he still been alive. Would he ever have such an attitude stored inside of him for you had you not been dating Izuku on what now counts as ancient history? He parks his car on a narrow little road that splits the woods in half and turns the engine off. Seeing that it's November already, you think about how this is a bad idea, you know how cold he gets, and he's not wearing any jacket but you keep it to yourself. Perhaps, had Izuku been here, he would have brought an extra jacket too. For now, it's foggy windows and died down warm breaths. Thus, with a quivering lip you settle lower into your seat and sigh. "I- I know you like stargazing" He coughs, vermillion eyes pacing back and forth between you and the rain that's clashing on the car's glass "and I got an app and a window on the roof of my car" "But it's raining" "Who caaaares!" He grunts when you pout and turns away from you, something that makes your stomach coil abrasively. You want him to look at you, you want him to- As ridiculous and bitter as it sounds, you're tired of asking yourself if any of this would be happening were Izuku still here. Because he's got a stupid little fucking app on his phone for you. Because you're dying to press your lips onto his skin again. Half an hour ago feels like an eternity has passed already. He cares about you enough to open the app -and switch the location of his phone on- and that's more than enough actually. You glue your eyes to the bright screen and follow it as it pops us with a dark window, asking for confirmation that it's authorized to use the camera of Katsuki's phone. A part of you sinks in the silent death of love at the thought that, yes, he downloaded this just for you. Joy in little things, you figure, is what keeps you grounded, it's what ultimately pushes you to rest your head on his shoulder as he lifts his phone up, facing it on the small opening on the roof of his car. "Can't see past all this water, dammit" "So?" You coo, and the previous small irritation in his voice dies down with a grunt that comes from the depths of his chest. "The app's fine. Feels just like stargazing." You've never done anything similar with Izuku. And there's not even a spec of comparison clouding over your head, despite the guilt that settles in your stomach once again. Looking up to Katsuki, you can see his jaw tensing in the slightest, most probably in pain -you wonder, does his wound still ooze- and you can't help but feel like your eyes are stinging. You sniffle nonetheless. And Katsuki retreats his shoulder, letting your head hang without support as he turns to you. "Maybe, even if we can't see them, they're still there and-" You purse your lips to the side of your cheek, thinking of a reply, anything to say to make his words seem like they've come out of his mouth. "You've turned into quite the poet lately, haven't you?" Your answer should be that no, he hasn't, he's just hurt and confused, numb and afraid, but in turn you're all those things as well, or so he speculates by looking in your eyes. Because he can read people, he can read you, and as much as this has been established, he can't find it in him to speak a word on it. Then again, what's the point in holding anything in if you're going to die one day? The life of a hero is expendable, he's got his rise and fall as number one set in stone, so why should he hold back? He can't bring Izuku back even if he wants to, and he can't possibly stop himself from feeling for you. He remembers finding salvation in holding Izuku down and apologizing. He now finds humility in words that are spoken from his mouth that slip past his consciousness. "I love you- Don't care if it's fucking raining or not- Fuck" There's no time for you to think of a response before he throws a fit; his phone is slammed on the backseat, rocketing to the floor, and the click of his door is heard before he steps out of the car and slams it shut. He's lucky- the rain covers most

of the scream that he let's out and fills the buzzing void in your chest, your head. He said the words first, and your head is pulling you instinctively to your right, just where he was a few moments ago, you want to see if he's facing you, you long to feel your eyes meet his. You manage to collect the only ever courage you have left and push the thought of Izuku away from your mind, click your door open and shoot out of the car. Just like him. Like you're his echo. "Don't say a fucking word" He dismisses your open mouth, as if he can hear your breath clearer than this deafening rain, but you're not having it. "But i- i" "Shut up, as if you know-" "But I feel the same way" You whisper "What" He yells, and you scream at him to get back in the car, so you can talk, clearer. Though when he does, he's burning his eyes on your lips, then your eyes, then he never makes any move towards you, as if everyone and anything is on you. But none of you takes the bigger leap towards each -justified, because there's trembling in your movements and hesitation in your heads. And then your lips meet his. Tenderly, painfully, religiously Your first kiss is cursed by numbing ache, but it feels so right, like the warmest summer evening, or the most hazing bonfire during a cold winter night. Regret can't eat you alive for that one. And Katsuki, even with his lips still pressed against yours knows he will think about this kiss as a sin and a betrayal for far too long, he knows it'll torment him through the darkness of whatever tonight could mean. If only he gets through this night, he'll be fine Tomorrow you'll wake him up with a soft "how'd you sleep'' again and he'll be fine. The void and guilt inside his chest will get filled up with the warmness of being embraced first thing in the morning. Perhaps in time he'll convince himself that Izuku would never mind what's going on between the two of you, if you're meant to be endgame.

iv. depression | 12.07 am

Soft bubbles that smell like carnation and the auburn flicker of the fire that shines on top of a plethora of candles set the atmosphere for this evening. The lack of bright light -being that the whole city has been in a black out for several hours- is gentle to yours and Katsuki's eyes. What should have been matched with some of the artificial warmth the heater next to the bathtub, that should be providing for the two of you. Instead, it's him that keeps the temperature high.

Your muscles hurt and his wounds ache, as always, after a tiring day of hero work. You guess that's your daily nature; after hours and hours of overworking your body and soul, two people like you only get to spend the little time they have together like this. Late at night, curled up against each other, borderline sleeping in a bathtub. You're sure the water has a pinkish red tint to it -somewhere, a wound of his or yours is bleeding more that you'd like to believe is natural.

Katsuki is unbothered to check who's wounds are worse.

For the first time in a while, his mouth isn't dry, or chapped, a killer to his heart, for he can't find the right choice of words to spell to you. He should be fine with having you curled up against his chest, but somewhere along the way he finds it hard to experience the warmth he's trying to emit. And he thinks he finds your response to this unspoken mind trick when he cups your hands with his, checking at your fingers. Not a single prune or puckered line to clasp a non indifferent reaction from the back of his brain.

He's content with the way time seems to have stopped, trapping you in a moment filled with cold granite tiles and blood spoiled water that smells like lavender. In a movement he abandons your hands, watching them float over his. You hum -it's warm and welcoming, as if you're saying you're content too- and rest the back of your head to the crook of his neck.

His only reply is to nuzzle his nose into your neck as well. Placing a tiny kiss to the skin against his lips, tangling his fingers through your wet hair.

Small reassuring acts of

love with nothing special into them help you relax completely into him. "Kinda nice that you can see the stars so bright tonight" If you're looking for a cynical answer, then Katsuki's ever your man. "Of course they'd show when it's pitch black outside. What'd ya expect?" With your eyes glued to the glass ceiling for a long while you wonder, what did you expect really? Words that spiral in your brain are always spoken, leaving you numb and inquiring, searching for an answer in the deepest curves of your brain. When burning your eyes into his will never work, he decides to let his gaze melt holes in the vast of his bathroom windows. The beauty of minimalism leaves him cold and lonely, as if there's facelessness in the black veil of the sky that mimics the inside of his home. He curls into you by pressing you against his chest tighter. You never ask him why his bathroom is built the way it is -with that little corner window in the ceiling, neither does he know what he'd answer to you were you ever in a position to. He doesn't know how to apologize for being who he is, or his that window makes him feel like he used to be assured and secured on what was assigned to him by birth. (His parents’ money, a strong quirk.) He doesn't know how to apologize for still living in traits of his life that could make you feel like he's been everything but fair to Izuku. And all you probably think about, he convinces himself is that It'd be ironic to say that you mind having a view of the stars while having a midnight bath. It's a full moon tonight too -the glowing sky orb floating just above the furthest line of the horizon, illuminating the sky. And you, with your eyes shut by now and facing the glass ceiling, seem like you feel the weight of the moon pulling you in. What Katsuki knows for sure is that you have a terrible migraine that has you frowning horrendously. It's because of the fool moon, you'll say when the blond asks you why you're suffering, it always gives you migraines and he'll sit by you as you're making him his bath, holding your hand while he asks you to join him. He's nothing but a lover of roughness and void, he doesn't know how you're still with him, or how you ever fell for him. He feels slow, like a worn out tire, washed to a shore by the sea. But his hands, calloused and sculpted harshly even only by the -not so many- years of being a pro, aid to your comfort, not in his need to be a hero -more like, in his need to be human, or not feel inadequate, to not feel like his life is a pit of guilt because Izukus is over. And it has been for a long time. And his, is taking turns so abruptly that his gut churns and pleads. Two bulky thumbs run over your eyebrows, smoothing the short coarse hair and soothing the bone, swooning the sore pain away; it feels like custom made heaven, sweet and fluffy, and the water in the bathtub won't get cold, nor will his hands. You're so relaxed into him, bones turned into jelly and skin tingling at his touch. Every circle he's rubbing on your forehead is releasing tension you didn't know you had piled up. The soft splashes of water are merely inaudible when compared to his heartbeat, but you can't feel it. Not yet. It's not tense enough for him to feel like his heart is beating out of his chest. "You any better?" Cold. Brutal. Almost as if his hands belong to someone else, but that's Katsuki for you, or anyone else as a matter. You turn your head to him, wearing a tiny, worn out smile as you lean you mean into him, clashing your lips over his, bumping your nose to his cupid's bow when you're done. Katsuki, you're sure, closes his eyes in a feeling that doesn't seem pleasant and you do the most expected thing -retreat. It hurts; watching you slip away, turn your head to face the stars outside of his window, wiggle your body away from his, to collect your knees and press them against your chest. It's devastating how a small denial to a kiss can harm you in such a way. It's either his fault, or yours. Because somewhere deep inside his head he's convinced

himself he's a rebound. Someone you'll get over when you start getting better. And he's probably convinced himselfhes viewing you in this way, somehow. "You could have at least kissed me back" You whisper, shivering. The water is cold, finally, it was so nice while the warmth washed over your skin. Almost like a lie. "I-" He huffs, buries his head into his wet palms. He can't speak, for if he does, the crack in his voice, the high pitch of it, will snitch on his torment. He tries to shove it away, when he shoots his hands to your direction, trying to pull you into him again. When it doesn't work, you swear you see the corners of his eyes sparkle just a tad. It's alienating, when you've seen him cry and have numerous break downs, more times than you've seen him smile or laugh, you feel like you're foreign to the slight emotion that gathers in his eyes, now forming a pit, never spilling down the harsh lines of his cheeks. The moment a salty streak appears on his skin, you can help but wonder, what would happen if only you could stop your own tears from falling. You can't ask him to talk to you, it's more than obvious. You're deprived of any logical sentence forming mechanism in your brain, knees like jelly, arms heavy as two whole buildings in the verge of collapsing. One word of his and your heart will unleash all the ache that gathers slowly in your throat. "'M not just here cause Izuku died" There you go, not once, but seven times, feeling your heart pierce holes in your body, hanging from his every word, cursing yourself when you grasp his meaning. Wild and unleashed and raw, a plea, an inquiry. A way of masking his insecurity and it's your fault he's feeling this way. "You're not," You start, lost and perplexed "I love y-" But it does down faster than you would have wanted it. You turn your head away from him for a second. With the moon so high, and the city lights non existent, you can distinguish the Taurus constellation, just below the moon, and so very faint. Your throat is tight, your neck is sore, your voice won't come out -you wonder why astrology is right about Taurus controlling the throat- and you don't know how to make him feel good about himself. If only you can show him the constellation he'll be fine, right? Do zodiac constellations make him as excited as they make you? Or is that just a role he's taken upon himself to stick with you? His lips clash with yours, water splashing around you as he shifts, and he hugs you close to him. It's your cue, to close your eyes and move your lips in sync. Its a sullen form of desire, that dangerous one, where you get his lips to bleed from how hard you bite down onto his lip and twist and pull and clash him into you again because you can't get enough. You tell yourselves you have to live for this present, even if the past makes it unbearable. Just when your hearts feel like they'll jump out of your chests and dissolve into the lavender smelling bubbles, this time painting the water in a deep carmine, you clash your chest to his and he feels as if, he's wanted, here and now, even if the feeling won't last for long. And then it's hands that roam bruised skin, fingers than dig into softness or thick muscle, fingernails that dig into scalps painfully, until they draw blood as your teeth clash. It's passion, and only in the way your hips ghost over his, swaying in the water, as he's grunting "see, am kissing you back" and "We'll never be clean at this rate" "I'll massage your head when we're done" You breathe, pulling back for a second, as he sucks a spot on your neck, handling your back just to press your chest to his face. "Fuck, I love yo-" You shush him with your mouth on his, forehead sticking to his when a slit on your nose gets smashed when it scrunches against his cheek. He doesn't have to say it, you don't have to hurt him like this. It almost doesn't matter -the cold- when he pulls you to the edge of the bathtub and buries himself into you, you simply shiver by the way his thumb rubs your clit, thrusting your hips in rhythm to

meet his. And he bites on to your collar bones, eyes teary and heart heavy after he lets you set the pace, occasionally thrashing into your touch, his gut churning more and more as you go. It's only when he takes matters into his own hands -lifting you and pressing your back again the wall, putting out some candles I'm the process- hand on your face to shove some hair away, and legs wrapped securely around him that you both find release. Screaming in agony, crying in what could be mistaken for pain, sticking your foreheads together as your breaths tingle into one hot huff of air that travels up and way from you. You lock eyes with him, just before he lets his body collapse into the water, limbs numb and sore. "Please don't leave too." You whisper, sinking down just behind him, fetching for the shampoo bottle from behind you. He doesn't respond. Instead, he mimics you and rests his head on the crook of your neck, eyeing you backwards, pressing his lips into an upwards line. You're not sure you'll be able to get over this void soon, and you can't help but plead. Later, as you're washing through his hair, you show him the Taurus constellation and his eyes beam like a child's when he says "hey I'm a Taurus" all while tending trying to tend for the bite that he left on your shoulder. He doesn't ask to find the cancer constellation. You don't remember where to find it. The moon is too bright for you to even try.

v. acceptance | 6.59 am

The last rembrand of a star shines in a portrait of purples and oranges. The beautiful afterglow of the previous night, the first ray of sun washes its shine away, almost entirely, before a second can come. To paint the sky in blues, sprinkle the marine shade as to spoil the darkness' leftovers.

The night star, or morning star, tolerates a third, then forth ray of sunlight, and your watery eyes flicker at the scene, your head curling deeper into Katsuki's chest, humming as his hand wraps tighter around you, rubbing frantically over your skin to create some friction. It's only then that you're reminded how beautiful warmth is.

Your ear is cold -after Katsuki's doing while playing with the roots of your hair- and you tuck it under a few strands, instantly noticing the difference in temperature. Katsuki is cold as well, shivering slightly even with the blanket that's wrapped around the two of you. You can't help but wish that you were in bed, curled in a blanket cocoon, sleeping in the most sappy, eerie way.

But spending the night at the beach in early September night's has been a favorite activity of yours for the past few years. Long gone are the July nights spent in agony at the beach in Musutafu, nights that have allowed you to know Katsuki like the back of your hand. You can't take them back, replace them with memories of a happier process of getting to know him. You're not sure he wants to do that too.

He yawns slightly, squishing your head under his elbow to rub his tired eyes, breaking the loudsy inhale to chuckle at your pretend squirming. Avoiding your hair as to not hurt you while scratching the stubble hair on his cheeks -flinching slightly at it- before he moves your hair away from your ear, laughing trumphically at his doing.

"Nooo, I'm cold"

He chuckles again, running the tips of his fingers through your hair and tapping his palm over your ear. "Better now?"

"Katsu!"

You smile into his chest, trying to muffle your giggles, deciding to cook into him further.

His heart might as well burst. He thinks to himself that this is more than something he could have asked for, years of putting the effort in being with you awarding him in moments like this. Moments where he can see Venus shine faintly in the sky, feeling blessed by the planet of love as he places kisses to the top of your head.

I'm times like these, it's hard to look back and remember he used to beat himself over trying to convince himself he was drawn to you only because Izuku died. It feels like there's more behind it. Some karmic pull, some aligned stars, fates arranged in such a way that

you were meant to end up in this moment. Even if none of this is true and he's lost in superstitial bullshit, trying to explain things with something that bears no resemblance to simple logic, he figures there aren't any fresh wounds in his body. Time has flown since the last time he caught himself bathing in his own blood, but he's not reckless any more -neither are you- he doesn't go tormenting himself with wounds that will take long to heal. He can't remember times that have been tougher than this. But he's attached to the warm sand, moist still from the night's angry chill, so much that he slips one hand out of the blanket and sinks it low into the ground. It's so pleasant that he doesn't feel the ground pulling him in, or down. He's got a heart that will withstand his will to get up any time he wants to, and a pair of legs that will at his command, a chest that heaves with breaths while you're showering him with kisses. He won't get to spend an eternity like this, not even as many years as he thinks will be enough for him to enjoy this, but he's figured that there's eternity hinged in every moment, of taking care of yourself before you take care of someone else, so you don't hurt others around you. He's surprised with how much he's changed; he is aware that change is inevitable, through all the compromises that he's had to not condemn, all the soft words he's forced himself to say to you, to himself, to the point he's become softer, mellowed. Knowing he'd never forgive himself if he came to lose you to his grief. "We should get up, I'm sure Mina and Ochaco will be freaking at this point." He chuckles, hiding his tongue in the back of his mouth, as if to fish for a reply. "Kirishima and Denki will-" "Let the fuckers do as they wish, it's my wedding day, I decide when I show up. I can't with this enthusiasm" "Oh my god" You fake gasp, clapping your mouth "this is it? You're not going to marry me? You've lost your spark? Oh me. Oh my, whatever do I do?" You laugh, feeling the vibrations of his chest as he's laughing too, ruffling your hair in the messiest way he can imagine "There, now your hair is unfixable and I get to say it's you who left me at the altar" You burst out in giggles as you're trying to get up -efforts wasted in vain, because he's pulling you back onto him, for a kiss, one that makes your lips feel like cotton candy that slowly melts away, fuzzily yet so watery and with such delicacy. He gets up soon after you, folding the blanket neatly -too neatly- only pausing to take in the moment. Blue blotch after blue blotch is flooding the sky, almost every hint of purple gone, giving in to that warm tangerine light of the early sun. Katsuki sighs and you link your arms around his elbow. Content, happy. And he'd be lying if he said he wasn't much of those himself. There's nothing holding him back. And so, he guesses, this is goodbye. The official one. Not melded with an apology, not fueled by regret. It's a silky woven letting go. There are no tears left for him to shed, there's no more trembling to violently shake your body awake at night. There's nothing but good in the memory of Izuku. Not even the subtle wish for him to be here, and happy with you. As the bright, starry light of Venus is outshone by the sun, he places another kid to the top of your head. "I'll see you at 5" "I'm going to be fashionably late" You argue, turning around to wield your hands around his neck and almost linking your lips to his. "Don't you fucking dare" He kisses you "Or what? You'll blow everyone to pieces?" He kisses you again, then again, then once more. "Might as well" And that's Katsuki for you, even in the calmer, softer version of himself. The personification of the twilight hours, even if he's going to bed at 10pm, wiggling his feet under the covers until you join him. He's the only reason you're still sane and you won't ever lose him. He won't lose you, in return.

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pairing: katsuki bakugo x male reader

katsuki bakugo, the loud and abrasive actor who is known for driving assistants insane, falling for the boy who does his makeup on set. you have excruciatingly soft hands that cup his cheek and press some sort of powder onto his face— and katsuki isn’t sure if he wants to crush your hand or hold it. he often finds you refilling mugs or struggling to pull apart reusable coffee lids because ‘i swear they’re glued together.’ but it never stops the actor from snatching it from you.

katsuki is strong, it’s always been painfully obvious because the actor loves to wear wife beaters in his free time (the kind that shows off his biceps, any movement he makes has him flexing against the soft cotton warming up his skin). he has no problem tearing the lids from each other, shoving them back into your chest with a grunt. you’d never admit how the display of strength makes your tongue feel thick in your mouth, how it turns your knees to jelly and electrifies the air as the A/C blows against your skin.

you’re not very good at stealing glances, he notes, because halfway through each set he can feel your gaze. it’d be cute if it weren’t so distracting, and before katsuki can gather his emotions he’s stomping over and snapping at you. his pink lips curled into a snarl as he grabs you by the collar of your shirt, vermillion eyes just about searing holes into your eye sockets and you swear you can hear his teeth grinding,

“don’t you know it’s rude to stare, huh?! your mom ever tell you that? what, are you motherless or somethin’?!”

you have to assure him that, yes, you were taught manners and, yes, you were aware staring was rude. you just couldn’t help it, not when he’s so captivating. the first thing anyone notices about katsuki is his attitude. hard to miss, almost forced upon any onlookers— but it’s the way he carries himself that really keeps you staring. he radiates confidence, with a sharp tongue and an even sharper jawline. you find yourself telling him to relax his jaw whenever you apply deeper shadows to his face (not that he needs them), your fingers finding a place just below his jaw. upon closer glance, you notice a long vein that travels past his throat, and you find yourself wondering how low it goes. his eyelashes are unfairly long, dark blond and perfectly curled upwards. you could only imagine how it’d look on a big screen. he doesn’t smile often, but when he does there are dents in his cheeks. dimples. down to his hearing aids, a bright shade of orange and red, he’s perfect.

BONUS:

“stop being so mean, man! everyone else is watching too.” eijirou, another actor— arguably the sweetest (besides izuku), with striking red hair finds himself next to you, his large hand gripping your shoulder with nothing but pure friendliness.

katsuki seems to dismiss kirishima with the flick of his wrist, his red eyes meeting yours before he adjusts his costume. clad to every inch of his figure, hugging the dips of his waist— resting where it should, his costume leaves an orange ‘X’ across his chest. there are green props attached fo his wrists, they’d later be edited into CGI gauntlets. contrary to popular belief, the actor designed them himself. you can tell he’s biting his tongue, swallowing whatever witty remark he’s just itching to reply with. his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and he finds that he himself has the staring problem. “whatever.”

he keeps his eyes on you for five long, lingering seconds. the red in them had never seemed so bright, sparkling under the fluorescent stage lights. the warmth of eijirou’s palm leaves your shoulder (as if him and katsuki have some sort of unspoken agreement), and before you know it, they’re back to shooting the scene.

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#does this need a taglist?????? it’s literally just my brainrot put into words #☁️.rambling #katsuki bakugo x male reader #bakugo x male reader #anime x male reader #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #bakugou x male reader #bakugou hcs #bakugo headcanons #bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugo oneshot #bakugou oneshot

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kenmaskitten10 · 3 years

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Dilf Deku Headcanons

Midoriya Izuku x GN!Reader

warnings: swearing, NSFW themes (nothing graphic just briefly mentioned),brief mention of bullying/scars, idk this is pretty tame nothing is really described... if u don't like dilfs then don't read this :)

a/n: okay! this is my first time writing/publishing anything on Tumblr so please go easy on me haha... I've had ridiculous Deku brain rot lately and I decided I had to jot a few thoughts down. I'm playing with the idea of turning this into a writing blog, but I am undecided! If anyone wants to thirst for one Izuku Midoriya please come talk to me please anyway without further ado here are some Dilf!Deku hcs.... I'm playing around with doing a NSFW version after this so if you would like to see that let me know!

w/c: 1,498

Okay everyone today I want to talk about Dilf!Izuku

This may be controversial but I personally believe that he has the most Dilf potential out of any of the class 1A boys and no I will not be taking criticism at this time

Sorry but even when he’s younger he has Dilf energy - he’s caring, considerate, takes your feelings into account like a dad he just wants to take care of his baby

oh fuck this man no no no

And listen, here me out on this one….. he has more dilf potential than Bakugo and allow me to tell you why

We can all agree that Bakugo has been confident his entire life, so of course he’s going to be confident when he’s older?? duh

But IZUKU is a different story altogether, he’s never felt confident in his life

His whole childhood he was looked down on for being quirkless, and bullied by someone he thought was his friend kachaan

THEN he got a quirk but oh every time he uses it it breaks all his fucking bones and leaves him with all these scars, and he appreciates them because of what they represent but also he’s young when he gets them, he’s already prone to insecurity and when he’s younger ESPECIALLY i think they just remind him of previous failures

He only started to gain a little bit of confidence in his UA days, but it takes time to rebuild yourself after you’ve been torn down for so long, so I honestly imagine he doesn’t even feel an inkling of confidence until his third year or later and even then, it’s new, it’s unfamiliar, he doesn’t totally know how to act

Because yes, by his third year, he’s starting to realize, oh wow okay, I have an incredible quirk and all these new abilities that I can control better, and wow people are paying attention for good reasons , because he’s tall and attractive, probably cuts his hair undercut Izuku supremacy and he’s made some solid friends who help boost his confidence too

But despite all this, deep down he still feels like that quirkless little kid who has to work three times as hard as anyone else and still doesn’t get the recognition he deserves

But OH BOY

DILF IZUKU??? This man is dripping with confidence

he’s older now. he’s overcome a lot. he’s gone to therapy, and worked his way through the pro hero ranks until he earned his number one spot fair and square, that’s something no one can take away from him

He’s loaded now (see below because I go on a whole tangent), he has nice tasteful style that can only come with age and experience

He knows he’s hot now, because its simply no longer something that can be denied, anyone with eyes can see how attractive he is

If he catches you staring at him, he doesn’t shy away. His cheeks might tint slightly, but he stares right back with the biggest smirk on his face. “See something you like, angel?”

Probably finds reasons to show off slightly but he’s Dilf!Izuku so it’s subtle, it’s meant just for you and god does it drive you crazy

The way he’ll reach for and grab at things when he’s around you because he knows you like his hands (he wants to hold your bags and please let him he just wants to feel needed)

They way he stands behind you while you cook, or work, or read…. He sees you sitting or standing so peacefully and he’ll come up behind you to check out what it is you’re doing. He’ll lean down slowly, quietly, stopping when his breath is on your neck and your nose is filled with his scent, and take a quick peek at whatever it is you’re working on. It takes you a moment to turn around, your heart starting to beat faster in your chest due to his looming presence behind you (I DON’T KNOW WHY THIS IS HOT TO ME IT JUST IS OKAY). When you finally turn to face him, his face breaks into a small smile of victory as his strong hand catches your jaw in a gentle grip and he places an achingly soft kiss to your lips before saying “You look so cute when you’re concentrating,”. As you’re about to go in for another, he lets you go and stands up again, his eyes twinkling. “No no, you’re working so hard baby, don’t let me distract you,” WHEN ALL HE WANTED WAS TO DISTRACT YOU and he succeeded and now you’re all hot and bothered, with no hope of resuming what you were doing

Dilf Deku is a tease I know he is but it’s okay he’ll make it up to you later ;)

He’s got shorter, slightly more cropped hair with grey mixed in with the green, his face more lean and angular… not to mention years of pro hero work have toned his body into an absolute work of art I’m gonna pass out just thinking about it

Freckles splashed across his skin like hundreds of little constellations, accented by scars and marks from old wounds (which he’s come to appreciate - they show how hard he’s worked, how much he’s sacrificed to get to where he is now) he’s muscular but I don’t think he’s quite as big as All Might (his fighting style is a lot different so of course he would build muscle in different places) so this means LEGS LEGS LEGS

LEG MUSCLES FOR DAYS

THICK FUCKING THIGHS oh my god

And holy shit his back muscles too WHEW sometimes in the morning when he gets up before you, you watch him sit on the edge of the bed and flex his shoulders and arms to stretch out in the hazy morning light and Jesus Christ

Dilf Deku is older now, he’s spent his entire life working himself too hard and he missed out on a lot of the fun, impulsive, chaotic things young people do, so I think he wants to let loose a little in his older age, have some fun for once

And what’s more perfect than sweet, youthful, tantalizing little you to indulge in ?

He’s so doting, just wants to make you feel special and cared for

And on that note, if you will indulge me for a moment

he’s fucking RICH like

He’s the number one pro hero, he has brand deals on brand deals on brand deals

And I don’t mean to slander All Might and Endeavor, but in terms of a hot, fuckable number one pro hero, Deku has them beat by a landslide so I imagine he has a wider range of brand deals too, because he can sell the sex appeal angle

I mean can you imagine him in interviews? Interacting with fans? Confident yes, but still soft spoken and kind, almost gentle but anyone can tell he’s completely in control, of himself, of the interview, of the audience, this man has the entire country world wrapped around his little finger

All this to say he’s DRIPPING WITH MONEY

he’s like the guy that overtips an OBSCENE amount like if the waiter is really nice he’ll tip like $300 dollars and won’t even blink (I know they don’t tip at restaurants in Japan but this is more for vibes yk)

sugar daddy deku isn’t a stretch it’s a REALITY

Y’all can be officially together or not, either way Deku loves to spoil his precious little y/n

All you have to do is smile sweetly and ask, and he’s absolute putty in your hands

Complies with even the most egregious of your demands, because hey, he has the money to spare, and how could he say no when you look so cute asking so politely?

GOOD TASTE too like he has a lot of money but he knows how to spend it 😏

Additionally he’s, ya know, him, so he’s insanely charitable and donates to charities, go fund me, personal Venmo accounts of fans that need it

if a fan has like a go fund me for some reason that catches his eye, he’s going to donate and he’s going to donate a lot (A LOT)

he doesn’t even do it for the press, he does it bc he’s a good person but my GOD the press eats it up and so do the fans

These hc’s are so self indulgent but all this to say

Dilf!Deku gets what he wants when he wants it and no one is standing in his way

So when he decides it’s you he wants? Well then it’s you he’s going to get!

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha x y/n #mha hcs #mha x reader #dilf izuku #izuku midoriya headcanons #deku #dilf deku #deku x reader #deku x y/n #mha #mha x y/n #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x y/n #izuku

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hxnmantii · 3 years

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Class 1-A and their car habits

tw: crack/fluff, cursing

People: Bakugo, Shoto, Izuku, Sero, Kiri, iida, Mina x mostly gn!reader (Mina is the only one that’s implied female!reader)

Ratings: PG

A/n: yuuhh get into💋 I personally would like to ride with Shoto. I just wanna hold his hand👉🏾👈🏾 but not on no simp shit. Originally, this was going to be just boys but who would I be if my gay self didn’t add the queen herself? Anyways, Who would you like to ride with?

Bakugo~

Bakugo does that sexy ass thing where he drives with one hand on the wheel and one hand on your thigh and when you don’t pay him enough attention he’ll lightly squeeze your thigh. This man does NOT share the aux....his stingy ass. He says he doesn’t wanna listen “to your trash music” but will play bxmb threat and NBA Youngboy at full capacity with the windows down. If you beg enough maybe he’ll play 1 Nicki song. But he will throw a fit and act like he doesn’t like Nicki even though he knows all of the lyrics. Altough he’s really uptight about his car, he enjoys driving and picking up the Bakusquad in it because he likes to feel useful and needed. No doubt about it, this man has road rage. He’s screaming outside the window and in the car about how someone cut him off and when someone screams back him, he’s like “Pull over right now cuz those sound like fighting words to me.” Now y’all in the back of a cop car and 30 minutes late to your dinner date. You are not, I repeat, you are NOT allowed to even think about eating in his car unless he’s got that plastic wrapping on his car. He treats his car so good (at some point you think he likes the care better than you) her name is Bethany. I-

Shoto~

Shoto has one hand on the wheel and one hand in your hand, stroking your hand from time to time and kissing the back of it. He had a sleek gray sliver car with a sunroom (he never actually uses) that goes fast and he likes going real fast because what they gon do, give him a ticket??? When his dad the number one hero??? Try again. He’s also the type to flick off the cops as he driving by because ACAB. He’s always wearing a gold Rolex and you got your nails done so when you hold his, the acrylics compliment his hand and watch.(like the pictures from Pinterest) You guys ride in comfortable silence. It’s so calming riding with him because although you’re slightly anxious with how fast he’s going, you’re at somewhat ease because he’s doing it so smoothly and you trust him. His windows are tinted because once again he’s the son of a pro hero and people are nosy, neither you or him like that. Although you don’t really need the assistance with Shoto being a living AC and heater in one, his seats have buttons for each seat and you can warm your bum. His car had the clean car smell...it just smells really clean. He’s got a bunch of condiments and napkins in his glove department. He doesn’t know where they came from. His whole vibe in his car is rich and elegant. He gets his car professional wash every Tuesday and you are required to come.

Kirishima

Kiri’s got a big ass red GMC truck and he gave the truck these monster wheels so it’s a force to be reckoned with. Her name is Sophie and like Bakugo, he loves her dearly but makes it clear to you that he’s love you more than her. He does the sexy ass thing where he’s got one hand on the wheel and one hand tightly holding on to your head rest so his arms flexing and he’s backing up with a concentrated look. that is so hot to me. He’s got a sticker on the back that says “honk if you’re manly” . He definitely would let you take the aux because you guys made a playlist of songs you chose together. He would be the type to start dancing when a good song came on, almost hitting someone in the process because he took both hands off the steering wheel out of excitement. He’s got road rage but not enough to actually start shouting or flicking someone off. In the trunk of Kirishima’s car, he’s got at least 5 different protein bottles as well a case of water and some jump rope. He says “You never know when I’ll need it to work out” but he has his personal gym?? Anyways, he has a specific section in his closet for red button ups because he likes to match Sophie when he drives her😭 I hate to say it but Kiri looks like a hill billy especially since he’s got those shoulder cut out button ups. He’s cute with it and he’s happy so you somewhat tolerate it

Midoriya

Izuku has more of a family car like a soccer mom car or a dark green Ford explore because he likes to pick everybody up to hang out and he needs space since he’s got a lot of them. Not to mention, he also likes to cruise and enjoy his time with you no matter where y’all go because we all know this man is a simppp. At every stop light, he’s gently grabbing your face and either kissing you on your cheek or forehead. He tried giving you a kiss on the lips once but he got so caught on the feeling that he ended up holding up the line and everybody was honking and made at him. He was so embarrassed that he now waits til you guys get to your destination to do all that extraness. Being the big fan he is, naturally he has some All might themed seatbelts and has all might stickers all over his steering wheel. He also has little all Might figurine on his dashboard that he prays to get him out of car trouble. Genuinely think it’s works too. Izuku in his trunk has a bunch of workout gear and gaze cuz he’s sexy like that. He does not have road rage at all....maybe a little. He might flick someone off but that’s as far as it goes. He definitely gives you the aux because he loves watching how lively you get it. (Y/n) “Do you know your Megan baby?”🥰 (ZuZu) “Y-yes?”

Iida

Now hear me out...Iida has a motorcycle. He’s got a need for speed that cars can’t really fufill because you can’t weave through other cars like a motorcycle can. His motorcycle has the highest tech on it naturally. It’s all black but has lights underneath it so he can change it by phone and ofc it’s always blue. You guys also have matching helmets that are Bluetooth so you’re able to talk to one another without having to yell very much. When you guise stop, he rubbing your arms to make sure that you’re okay and/if you need to pull over. Now when he’s not riding the motorcycle he’s got a Tesla. He preaches about the law and following the rules but when he get in the car, that’s a different story. With him you better either hold on tight to him or you better get double seat belt buckles for extra protection because he’s about to try and race the flash. (And you thought Shoto was bad) You get out thanking the universe for letting you touch ground again. Iida got the type of car that if you even breathe incorrectly around it, it’s going off and waking up the whole damn neighborhood. When iida first got his car, he read everything up on it so he would be fully able to use the car to its full potiential meaning that he’s got Siri set up, he can lock the door from his car, and watch the cameras on his house through the screen of his car. The Bluetooth is automatically connected to his phone so no you will not be getting the aux but you can play some tunes form his phone. He’ll even make you a playlist on Apple Music with his rich self.

Sero

Sero’s got a red convertible with tan seats and the weather allows it, his top is always down. His car always smells so good because he uses the wild cherry air freshener in his car. He blasts bad bunny and daddy Yankee as y’all are cruising slightly over the speed light. He also likes blasting Ski Mask. He’s the type to sing you the words while gently holding your face and singing to you with a lovey dovey smile on his face. He’s very respectful and turns down his music when entering neighborhoods because he doesn’t wanna mess with the vibes. You two have matching glasses that says queen/ king on yours and king on his. He definitely has some throw dice hanging from his mirror along with a picture of you and him taped to his dashboard cuz he’s also a simp. He’s always has a packet of Extra gum in his middle console along with warm water bottles. If police pulls him over, he definitely the type to start flirting with him so the officer just to make him uncomfortable enough to let him off with a warning. For a fact, he has the Puerto Rican flag on the antenna of his car. He has Led lights and likes them to be colorful rather than on one color. Sero definitely jogs around the front to open the door for you because he’s a jester and a gentleman in one. His part of his car is that the top can go down solely for the fact that the sun always highlights your skins so well.

Mina

Do I even need to say anything about the Pink queen herself?? She has a cute pink steering wheel case with matching pink seats and ofc she has a bedazzled stick shift. She has a Jeep. She the type of person to has matching glasses with her interior and when you get in the car, she’s putting her music on shuffle: a dangerous move because you go from Brent Faiyaz to Jhene Aiki to fucking Cardi B, Flo Mili, and etc. When you unbuckle your seat to start twerking in the seat, she’s automatically going to start hyping you up. She’s got one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on your ass smacking it as you fuck it up in the passenger seat. Y’all are literally swerving from side to side and let’s be honest here, Mina is not that good of a driver so you have almost gotten in an accident multiple times. She’s the type to pull over to take cute selfies or videos with you and post them all at once captioning it with “Late nights w/bae”. Underneath seat she an emergency packet filled with makeup, clothes, hair and first aid kit supplies. Although she’s not the best driver, she takes the rules really serious because she would hate to have an accident with you in the car. Like Sero, She has led lights in her car but they only flash pink. Mina is the queen of putting falsies on so she would mostly definitely put yours on (without tweezers) once you park as well as do your edges if you ask. She just has that talent. *chefs kiss* amazing

Reblogs are appreciated!

A/n: I’m lyin I definitely would be riding with Bakugo because I have major passenger rod rage lol and you definitely don’t wanna get your ass beat TWICE

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shotosprincess · 3 years

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BAKUGO SCREAMING AND IZUKU

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ AAAA HIII TYSM FOR REPLYING TO THE BNHA PLAYLIST THINGY FOR FICS I LOVE YOU MWAHMWAH

anyways aaa bet !! ill do midoriya first if you don’t mind bc im currently in such a soft mood and hajdjj i just love him sm :((

— 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖’𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨

inspired by this playlist by nimbus on yt !! pls check them out ansjdjf their playlists r heaven ^^

❝ you never truly understood that about him, the way he continued to put himself through the pain, to push himself, even, past his limits and then some—

plus ultra. and now his arms were all but littered with rough scars of diluted white and blunt tan. ❞

notes ! gender neutral! reader,, best friends to lovers au ,, 2nd person pov

summary: in which your best friend deku shows up at your dorm late at night due to kacchan locking him out. he asks for bandages to stabilize his newly-healed scars, and you ask to kiss them.

genre: fluff !! <33

it went without a doubt that deku had been to recovery girls’ office more times than anyone else at the academy. it hurt, honestly; each time you saw his still-healing figure emerge from the little swing of her door, a sharp pang reverberated starkly through your chest, for though the freshly-scarred over wounds didn’t diminish his beauty in the slightest, you simply couldn’t deny that an empty eddy of sadness settled in you whenever he was in such a state.

and unfortunately for you, he was constantly in it.

his body could only take so much. and he was still so young too—the very same held true for your heart.

it’s been that way ever since the two of you had first entered ua as shining, eager students. though in all fairness you had to admit, he was...different from the very beginning. even as the prelude to his eventual rising and growth in his quirk, he had shone with a certain unmatched brilliance ever since the entrance exams. and over the years you spent together, you had watched him persevere so passionately towards the glow of his ultimate goal; to be a hero who can help others. little did he know just how much he already had. he had always been so excruciatingly oblivious and aloof to even the evidence and affects of his own kindness, and you hated the fact that so many tended to take advantage of it. of him.

though, of course, this did not mean that he was weak in any form. no, if anything he was quite the polar opposite—he had proved it time and time again, and yet it didn’t mean that he couldn’t get hurt too. the dull aching of tiredness ringing in his eyes, the one he tries to desperately to mask, the ragged marks scattered across the pale valleys of his once-scar-barren skin; he wasn’t immune to pain, to injury. and yet, he fought. you never truly understood that about him, the way he continued to put himself through the pain, to push himself, even, past his limits and then some—

plus ultra. and now his arms were all but littered with rough scars of diluted white and blunt tan.

nevertheless, truth be told, you actually admired it a great deal. his sheer determination, the purity of his motives, it was more than laudable. despite all of it, you truly couldn’t help but feel this...magnetic urge to help him. protect him. if you could soothe the pain in any way, even if it would be but a temporary relief—

three knocks clack on the door.

you and izuku’s secret door code—just a silly little something the two of you made up a few months after the dorm system had been put into motion, and all so you could sneak out to the grass-flooded yards of the building and train together.

naturally, you open the door.

“ heyyy there you are! “

your head perks up at the cheery jingling of his voice, all drafts of exhaustion and sleep deprivation washing away almost instantaneously. he might as well be the very personification of caffeine at that point, despite how direly he needed it himself.

the starry shine of his eyes meets with yours as a diluted sanguine seeped colour into his face. he turns his head away awkwardly.

you lean against the doorframe, smiling at him. “ deku...you didn’t tell me we’d be training today. plus it’s a little late right now, don’t you think? i’m already in my pajamas. “

“ yeah, um, sorry about that. kacchan...kinda locked me out. “

“ he what? “

“ he locked me out. “

“ how does that even—don’t you have separate rooms? “

“ well, yeah, but we were racing down the halls after glass today and he...got to my room before i could. well, honestly i have no clue what he’s doing over there. “ he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“ oookay then. little concerning, i won’t lie. “ your shoulders lift in a shrug, arms crossing in front of your chest as your shy laugh matches his.

“ so i was wondering if...you know...i could maybe stay here for a bit? “ his voice wavers subtly, though you’re quick to catch it. the tips of his ears flush with a deepened pink.

you can’t help but silently gush about how cute he looked.

you’re quick to snap out of that too. eyes bursting open with a brilliant shock, you notice he’s fiddling nervously with his fingers as you remain absolutely, positively frozen in place.

“ i’m—what? “

his countenance immediately shifts to one of sheer embarrassment. flustered, he begins to frantically wave his hands in front of him, as if to put some sort of considerable distance between his panicking self and your seemingly-composed demeanour. and as if that would do anything to deescalate the tension which was only progressively building between your equally-timid selves at this moment.

“ ohmygod i didn’t mean it in a weird way or anything! i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll just—i’ll just go— “

you slide against the wood a little bit, pushing your weight against the slightly-agape door, so it swung open even further to reveal the, admittedly, fairly-messy state of your room. draped carelessly on the side of your bed, a sweater you had taken off earlier because the temperature of your room had suddenly decided to heat up an unreasonable amount. countable cups holding shallow pools of hour-old drinks scattered throughout nearly every shelf. a creased textbook splayed out, cover up on your desk.

yep. definitely looked like someone’s lived here.

“ i mean...you could come in if you want. no one’s stopping you. it’s a little messy though, i haven’t found much time to properly clean it yet, with exams coming soon and stuff. “ a small smile accompanies your growing blush, despite how much you were trying to play it off as nonchalantly as possible.

psh, right. as if letting him in your room—something you had never done prior in the history of your friendship—wasn’t a big deal in the slightest.

his eyes shoot wide as his arms flail about. you have to keep yourself from laughing at his silliness.

“ uhm, i mean...only if that’s okay with you! “

“ yeah, yeah, of course! you need a place to stay for now, after all. who knows when bakugou’s gonna let you back in? “

“ yeah, i guess you’re right. well, i mean, if you really don’t mind— “

you playfully roll your eyes, giggling as you shove him into your room.

“ oh, quit it with the politeness. you’re too nice, you know that? “

“ too...nice? “

“ too nice. “ you reiterate, giving his shoulders a little squeeze.

his head lolls to the side as he carefully lowers himself onto your bed, his sweater shifting with the subtle movement.

for a few moments, the space between you is occupied with a simple, comfortable silence. it’s refreshing, really. a welcome difference from all the boisterousness of the academy. you loved the action and everyone’s energy, of course, but sometimes what you really needed was really just a simple break from everything. to do nothing but exist for a little while, to simply be without the constant pressure of having to get up and jump into action all the time. just for a few moments. and so you relished in these said moments spent with him, for who knows when the next time you could ever be with him like this again would be?

and then his voice fills that void of silence, but you’re not disappointed in the slightest.

“ hey. “

“ yeah? “

“ you don’t happen to have any extra bandages, do you? “

“ bandages? for what? “

he clenches his fist, flexing the muscles in his arm. “ for...stability. just in case. i can’t afford for my arms to get hurt more. “

“ oh. well, uhm...i think i have a few spares in my drawer! “ you push yourself off the bed, leaving the comfort the soft sheets brought about, pulling open a tiny drawer. taking out a transparent box of bandages, you jump back onto the plushness, sitting cross-legged directly across from midoriya, who’s already presenting his arm.

your lips silently part as your fingers wrap themselves around the thick ivory fabrics of bandage, rolling them around so you could wrap them around him.

another pause of wordless silence falls.

“ hey deku? “

“ yeah? “

“ could i...could i kiss your scars? “ you whisper, afraid that he’d get mad, though you knew he was anything but the type to do such a thing.

the meadow depths of his eyes kindle a cozy hearth within you as his initial surprise quickly softens, melting away into what could only be described as the most endearing smile to exist.

“ sure. “

jagged patches and uneven streaks of faded cloud white and prominent earthy tans decorate his arms, and you can’t help but bring the rosiness of your lips to meet them. you decide begin with the ones littered along his fingers.

one kiss for the scar resting within the curved dip between his thumb and index.

“ for every time you used just a flick of your fingers to defend everyone back then, when you didn’t even have full control over your quirk. “

a longing sigh leaves him as he reminisces briefly on the memory. you place a soft kiss upon the scar resting at the side of his pinky.

“ for every fist you made with this hand, for every punch you’ve delivered in the name of other’s safety. “

a drop splashed onto his arm, trickling down and tainting the scars etched into his forearm with a subtle, diaphanous sheen. you look up through your lashes, and a prominent gloss coats the kindness of his dark emeralds. your hand comes up to carefully caress his cheek, cupping it gently as the pad of your thumb swipes beneath his eye, wiping away the upcoming tear. your features are knitted together in concern.

“ are you okay? i can stop if you want me to— “

he takes your hand in both of his, squeezing as if to keep you there forever. “ no, don’t. please.“

it’s a tiny whisper, a softened plea into the dark quiet of the night, as if he were ashamed for wanting to be taken care of. your brows curve downward as you pull your twined hands to your lips, tenderly planting your lips where your skin kissed his.

“ hey, hey. it’s okay. it’s okay. “ you hush him, running your free hand through his thick tendrils of vivid, verdant green.

he leans into your touch, nodding at you as if to urge you to continue, which you gladly accept.

you shift a little closer to him, kissing the thick mark of serration painted into the skin of his wrist.

“ for every countless moment you’ve sacrificed for your dream. “

another kiss to the one just above it.

“ for every hour bled into the night that you spent helping me train. “

your fingers dance along his arm, finally stopping at the scar stretching from his elbow and dragging upwards. as per routine, your lips come down to delicately kiss it.

“ for every ‘ plus ultra! ‘ you’ve ever passionately shouted. “

little giggles left the both of you at that.

your touch trails to the scar just beside it, kissing it as well.

“ for every life you’ve ever saved. “

you look him in the eye. holding his arm like this, you were so close to him. and yet, you didn’t want to pull away. if anything, it was the very last thing you would ever want to do. he matched your stare, a certain sense of longing displaying in your gaze as it reflects off of his. the prolonged stare lasts longer than it probably should, longer than what best friends should probably look at each other this closely, this intimately for. the moonlight dimly shines through your window.

and then it happens.

his lips collide with yours in a captivating symphony, hands going straight to twirl through the locks of your hair as you wrap yours in a loose loop around his neck. everything feels as though it had all snapped into place, and the tension you had felt before was all completely dissipated now, displaced into the passion in which this kiss exuded. it was earth-shattering, galaxy-shredding. it felt as if even pain itself could never reach either of you, not in this moment.

this moment was for the both of you, and no one else. in this moment, in his arms, nothing and no one could hurt you.

he pulls away, stunned, lips parted with a saturated red. you stare at him with just about the same level of blankness, of utter shock at what you two had just done.

but then the realization catches up with him, and he is pulled out of the daze. much to your surprise, he doesn’t move away. if anything, he pulls you closer, enveloping both your hands within his just as he did before.

and just as you had done earlier, he brings them to his lips.

“ and that’s for every ‘ i love you ‘ i’ve ever wanted to say to you but never had the guts to. “

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shigarakispuppy · 4 years

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BNHA BOYS REACT WHEN YOUR EX IS HITTING ON YOU IN PUBLIC

Tw- Slight violence in bakugos

I have the villains and pros posted but tumblrs lame and decided to shadowban it T-T but it’s on my profile!

💣💥Katsuki Bakugo💥💣

Will not hesitate to cut a bitch

This man could care less about what they think of him

He ignores any fangirls/boys who hit on him -

But you???

You’re his

he’s gonna make sure your ex is well aware of it

Boku comes back without a scratch on his body

...however your ex is COVERED in bumps and bruises

“Don’t you think you took it too far Bakugo?”

“Shut up and be greatful”

☀️✨Mirio Togata✨☀️

Honestly the purest of them

Your ex partner stares at you for a little too long

Will most likely give them a taste of their own medicine

Will wink at them from across the room

Make them uncomfortable with blow kisses and compliments

Write his number on a napkin and slides it to your ex

They look disgusted and feel too awkward to say anything

🐶💚Izuku Midoriya💚🐶

Would honestly just try to distract you from them

Lots of joke telling, compliments, and small kisses

“Are you okay?”

“This is the 12th time you’ve asked, Deku.”

If they get too close to you he will politely ask them to leave

If they don’t stop he will probably give them a long ass lecture of why harassment “isn’t cool”

He tries his best - he really does

Your ex will probably get tired of hearing him talk so they’ll jolt outa there pretty quickly

In his mind he thought he told them off but in reality you know they just got bored of listening to his speech

But you don’t tell him because it makes him feel manly

🤍🧊Shoto Todoroki 🔥❤️

His cold stare could make seagulls flock from a piece of bread

Your ex walks in the restaurant and strikes up a conversation with you, ignoring shoto

Now, our icythot isn’t the best with social situations (let alone a relationship)

He has a hard time reading the room but once he realizes what’s going on - he quickly leans forward and gives the person an intimidating glare

“Me and my s/o would now like to enjoy our date together so if you don’t mind... leaving.”

The ex met his eyes and quickly stumbled away from the table

His eyes can cut through butter *shivers*

🦿📖Tenya Ida📖🦿

If you don’t have something nice to say don’t say nothin at all

Now Tenya isn’t once for conflict (unless they’re arguments of course)

Your ex will try to say hello and strike up a conversation but THIS MAN

“Woah y/n did you hear something?”

“No but it sure feels like someone’s standing right next to us...creepy...”

The ex immediately catches on and scoffs, leaving you two alone for the night

🖤🦅Fumikage Tokoyami🦅🖤

He’s pretty used to giving people the creeps already

He’s had to deal with shitty people enough through his life so he knows exactly what to do to make them leave him alone

Your ex approaches you two at the park and you go into straight panic mode

You attempt to bury yourself in his cape “Oh no...hide me”

Instead - he grabs his backpack pulling out an oujia board, some candles, and other ritual items that he uses when he practices

“Alright y/n, so who is this ex you would like to curse?” Tokoyami says loud and clear

Looking up, you see your past lover turn around and yeet the other direction

💜🐈 Hitoshi Shinsou 🐈💜

Would probably be the most forward about it

We all know he’s not afraid to say what he’s thinking

“This is my s/o now.”

The ex won’t go away? Harassment?

It’s evil shinso time-

“Since you’re so aggressive about trying to take my partner...”

Quirk activated

“Why don’t you put on a little show and try to win them over” ;;)))

Next thing you know the past lover is standing on the table doing a terrible strip tease infront of the whole diner

💜🐙Tamaki Amajiki 🐙💜

This poor boy

Will just silently watch you two interact

He can obviously see your uncomfortable but he’s so filled with both anger and anxiety - but he just stands there

But the moment your ex touches you and you flinch, he quickly gets in between you two.

“Don’t ever lay a finger on y/n again.” Tamaki says in a stern voice while he looks your ex dead in the eyes.

WHAT???

Once your ex walks away, Tamaki turns around to see you looking confused as HELL

“S-sorry...I didn’t kno-“ you stop him mid scentence with a kiss, thanking him for his bravery

⚡️💛 Denki Kaminari 💛⚡️

Oh? Your ex is following you at the mall

Ain’t NOBODY taking away a love he worked so hard to get

He senses them following you two around the mall for awhile, even sitting a few tables away at the food court.

Like he finally got a partner?? And this person has the AUDACITY to flirt with them?

Your lightning boy had officially had it when your previous partner tapped you on the shoulder on the way down the escalator

He pulled you in and started making out with you right then in there

“Oh sorry, did you need something?” Denki smirks

“I uh- uh, just needed to get by....”

⛰ ❤️ Kirishima ❤️⛰

Would def try to alpha-male who ever is talking to you

Your past lover walks up to you to strike up a conversation

*alpha male activated*

Literally every few words your ex spits out kaminari flexes his arms and sighs loudly, acting annoyed at the conversation you two are having

“Wanna feel that babe?”

You smile quickly catching onto what’s going on

“Yeah feel this rad manly six pack I’ve got goin on, haha! Oh! You can feel too if you’d like” Kirishima offers them by lifting up his shirt

Uncomfortable and feeling quite inferior, your ex leaves with a soft goodbye

Kaminari smirks at his victory accomplishment and grabs you by the hand to finish your date

It’s been awhile!! Pros + Villains will be up shortly! Sorry I haven’t been posting unfortunately my home was struck with Covid and it’s been super stressful! But I will be updating more frequently ❤️

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bakugous-bbygirl · 3 years

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Quirkless reader who is unnaturally strong like can put a dent through metal without even trying and bonus they know martial arts (bakugo, Izumi, tsuyu pls)

~Quirkless reader~

Thank you so much for the request! I love Tsuyu to bits so I hope I write her well! I wasn’t sure if you meant Izumi or izuku so I added both just to be safe! Please enjoy!

Warnings: slight swearing.

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou is actually like super impressed.

He’s made fun of midodriya his whole life so seeing you be so powerful slightly scares him.

Not in a way of being intimated by you but wants to be close to you so he can use you for inspiration.

Doesn’t know how to give complements like a normal person so he just tells you to spar with him and will call you strong or talk about how no one can normally keep up with him.

Stop the cap midoriya could smoke this boy.

You knowing material arts so well is the kicker for him.

He thinks it’s really cool and will bite his pride and ask you to give him pointers.

He also starts to hold his tongue around you.

He knows you could kick his ass in any fight without his quirk

And he really really is scared to actually hurt you.

So he never starts fights with you unless your really asking for it.

He doesn’t even tease you for being quirkless.

Finds it really hot to watch your arms flex as you bend metal.

Izuku Midoriya

Your biggest fan

Like oh my god you were quirkless just like him but your so much more badass.

Wants you to teach him everything about material arts.

Will beg you.

Oh god please teach him. He’s crying.

He has a hero page in a notebook for you even though your not officially a hero yet.

Will want to talk with you all the time and learn about when you decided to become strong.

Goes to you to open a jar just to watch your arms flex.

Loves to watch you practice.

Doesn’t offer much help but he just likes being there.

Even though he’s strong himself he’s so impressed with you because you embrace being quirkless.

It doesn’t slow you down one bit

And he finds huge inspiration behind that.

Kota Izumi

He looks up to you like an older sibling.

Follows you around and asks you to train him

At first he really really realllly doesn’t understand you wanting to be a hero.

Like you being quirkless is like a free pass!

But starts to warm up to you and the idea after some time.

Goes to you for any and everything.

Needs homework help? You.

Can’t open something? You.

Just wants to rant? You.

Admires you but in a healthy normal way.

Tsuyu asui

She finds it really interesting.

She had no clue you were lacking a quirk until it came up in conversation.

Just after you bend the shit out of a metal door

She wants to know the reason behind you becoming strong and will spend hours gushing over your muscles.

She’s a simple lady who enjoys seeing her friends flex.

She has the fattest crush on you but is too shy to say just yet

Will ask about your material arts but doesn’t want to learn. Doesnt fit the frog aesthetic.

looooves to watch you do it.

Even though your bigger than her she likes to call you cute and all sorts of other sweet pet names to watch this big muscle turn into a blushy Baby.

Wants you to pick her up when you two hug. She likes being held and feeling all protected.

Never underestimates anything about you. If you say you can do it then she’ll back off and be your hype woman.

Gotta love that support.

Thank you again for this request! If you want me to do another one that’s more based around the dating aspect (although I tried to keep this neutral) and besides Kota because small baby.) let me know!

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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Hi!! I don’t know if you’re doing requests rn but can you do a scenario with Kirishima, midoriya, Bakugou and todoroki learning dance moves with their s/o?? (The woah, milly rock, driving the boat, etc.)

GIRRLLLLLLL

my first ask!!!! ayyeeeeee, what it do babyyyyy

k, i’m done but thank you sm for asking! and for future reference, i’m open for scenarios/imagines/anything lmao

i hope you like it!

Characters: Kirishima, Midoryia, Bakugo, and Todorkoki

Warnings: a serious case of fucking it up (ass throwing as well??)

PG-13

y’all, i couldn’t help myself hehe

A/N: the gag is, i was literally just turning up to my good sis Megan Thee Stallion and Rico Nasty so this should be fun

Kirishima Eijrou:

the best hype man and dont @ me on it

It was after hours and, outside of U.A., the night was quite peaceful, for the most part. Most were tucked in their bed, fast asleep, but some of the young future heroes of Japan were wide awake. That included you and Kirishima.

You spent the night showing him some of your favorite Western music videos. He recognized some of the long-time globally famous ones like Beyoncé, Nicki Minaj, and Rihanna (who you both had a crush on). You had tried showing him the moves to Single Ladies and Super Bass, but he couldn’t quite get.

“C’monnn, just jut your hip out more,” he laughed.

Kirishima made a face before dramatically sticking his hind up. You punched his arm to which he broke out in laughter.

“Ahh, I’m just hopeless,” he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes. “No, no! You got the shoot, but you have to know more. There’s gotta be something.”

“What about him?”

You looked at the video suggestion he motioned towards, and your brows shot up in excitement.

“DaBaby! Of course!”

“DaBaby?”

“I’m about to change your life.”

It only took one watch for Kirishima to pick up on the DaBaby shoulder, BOP dance, and fist pound. He was a natural and went hard on it.

*and his muscles looked real nice all flexed like that but that’s besides the point~*

You two spent the late hours running through all his Albums and EPs, dancing and hyping one another up. It was so fun that you two ended up having to take a shower because of how sweaty y’all were.

The fist to thigh pound was now you two’s celebratory dance each time one of you made an accomplishment.

You both passed a test?

DaBaby.

Won a team competition?

DaBaby.

Made it through a battle alive?

DaBaby.

Midoryia Izuku:

i’m sorry but it’s like cannon this boi cant dance, but bless his heart, he really tries

You should’ve just sat down and ate your food, but, of course, you didn’t care about priorities when it came to tiktok. (just bear with me y’all)

It was an unhealthy obsession you wouldn’t admit to. You spent hours on it. Ochako had gotten you hooked on after she kept sending you tiktok dances to learn with the girls. It was fun though, especially since dancing was something you loved to do. You still kept up with your grades, so there wasn’t much harm in it.

But then, you made a mistake.

You were eating lunch with your boyfriend and watching a tiktok Momo had sent in your groupchat. The two girls in the video were dancing before they hit the woah on the beat drop.

Izuku heard the music and looked over at what you were watching.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s these two girls dancing. They’re really good!”

You showed him the video and it was like he’s found his life’s purpose.

“W-what was that? At the end!?”

“Uhh, it’s called the woah?”

“Do you know how to do it?”

“Yeah–”

“Teach me!”

So you spent the lunch period teaching him the move. It wasn’t very complicated, but you found that he had no sense of rhythm and flow. It took a couple YouTube tutorials and then some for him to decently grasp the concept. When lunch was over, he kissed and hugged you like you were his savior.

“Thank you for showing me! I must show the others!”

You were so confused.

But you didn’t know you created a monster.

That is ALL this man does now!

You’ll see him in the mornings. “Hey Izuku!”

“Hey y/n!”

Hits the woah.

He answers a question correctly?

Hits the woah.

He answers a question incorrectly?

Hits the woah.

Beats Bakugo in a competiton.

Hits the woah.

Bakugo did not appreciate that.

He downloaded tiktok and 80% of the videos are of him and/or someone else hitting the woah.

All Might has asked you if your boyfriend is going through something. You just pinch your nose.

Bakugo Katsuki:

won’t outwardly admit to knowing how to dance, but when the time comes, he’s ready for anything

also! i’m inlcuding african moves in this one, hope you dont mind

Sometimes, when you two aren’t doing anything in particular, you’ll try and teach him some moves. He’ll usually sneer about not wanting to learn and how dumb it was. You fake cry and he begrudgingly does it (bc when you cry he panics)

There are multiple snapchat videos of you putting on Shatte Wale or EL (Lomi) and you two doing the shaku shaku or azonto. You were surprised when he picked up other moves like dougie, lean back, and jerkin.

The music was blasting in his room and you two were following the Walk It Out music video, dancing, copying what you could and just having fun with one another. At first, Bakugo was a bit stiff, embarrassed that he was even indulging in something like this, but he saw the happy look on your face and set a tiny bit of his pride aside.

Plus, you were actually kinda good and he wasn’t gonna let you show him up on something he knew he was good at.

“Ayyee, okay Bakugo! You kinda lit!” you cheered.

The genuine praise made him blush. “I don’t know what you thought this was, but of course I can dance, idiot!” he exclaimed, trying to fight his sudden embarrassment with how into it he was getting.

You laughed at him and he was about to cuss you out until you gasped.

Suddenly, your favorite song by Saweetie came on and your face fell into all seriousness as you broke out in dance. He sputtered when you sensually moved your body over to him, taking his hand and turning so your body so your back was to him.

“Well if you’re so good, why don’t you prove it,” you challenged.

He was confused until you circled your hips and he automatically followed your lead. Bakugo’s prior bashfulness left him and a proud grin spread across his lips, eyes half-lidded with desire.

“Oh, bet.”

You bent forwards, hands on your knees as you threw it back on him–and he caught it just fine. This was his kind of dancing. He was a beast in clubs. (ofc you’re 18+).

It wasn’t like it was anything new to him. You two have had many many opportunities to practice.

When “Red Nose” came on, it was over.

Well, the dancing was over~

Todoroki Shoto:

hits the meanest milly rock and you cant convince me otherwise

*youre in an American club for this one and you all are most certainly 21+*

You two were overseas for a vacation. Well, it was supposed to be a trip for a business convention, and he was going as the next heir to his father’s company, but who wouldn’t use this as a getaway?

Plus, a chance to show your boyfriend where you come from?

And on Endeavor’s dime? Say less.

You were going out to a club downtown with your Shoto and your friends and their partners. It would be a nice de-stressor for the long day you and Todoroki had handling business.

At first, Todoroki was a bit hesitant. You offered to have a dance practice, but he softly declined. He wasn’t one to go out and you didn’t push it.

But then he saw you in that tight outfit, the one that makes your ass pop, and he grabbed the keys before you could.

The sooner you went, the sooner y’all could get back home for the real party.

Anyway–

At first, you two are just standing and talking, enjoying one another’s company. You’re a bit tipsy when you’re friends drag you onto the dance floor and you let loose. Todoroki’s watching you with a soft smile and then talking to your friends’ partners before they prompt him to take a couple shots.

He might be one of the fiercest heroes in Japan, but mans can’t hold his liquor.

He sees you dancing and can’t help but miss the way your body feels in his hands. You both make eye contact and he’s suddenly making a b-line for you.

*Big Ole’ Freak by Megan Thee Stallion begins*

Todoroki is working his hardest to catch all the ass you’re throwing, using his hands and the support from the people behind him. He won’t let his good sis Todoroki Tina down.

He’s pretty damn good at catching.

Y’all are sin on the floor. So much so that your friends are HOLLERING.

“FUCK IT UP Y/N!!!”

“LET’S GOOOO SHOTO”

“CATCH THAT ASS, BRO!!”

“BITTTCHHH!!!”

*Cue Pour It Up by Rihanna*

The music changes, and suddenly, both of you are facing each other, hittin’ the folks and slowing down the nae nae. Nasty Freestyle by T-Wayne comes on, and you guys are the center of attention.

Let me tell you…it was perfection.

The City Girls came on and Todoroki amps it up—you rapping the lyrics as he dances. (He loves the City Girls as much as he does Meg and hopes a woman scams his dad like that)

But you even lose your shit when Shoto starts to milly rock. He’s got the entire club hyping him up.

The next day, you both are watching videos from last night. Your brows shot up in surprise at how natural he was. You both were kinda shook.

“I’ve never seen you dance a day in your life. Where did this come from?” you asked, a genuine pitch in your tone.

Shoto was just as clueless as you.

“I have no idea.”

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justanotherlifeff · 4 years

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Unexpected

The fact that Bakugou Katsuki may fall in love was nothing less than the most unexpected scenario to anyone and everyone who knew the explosive pro hero. However, it wasn’t the first time the hot head of class 3A proved everyone wrong. It all started when the Big 3 of class 3A, the batch of UA who almost always got attacked by villains, came to visit class 2A.

You were sitting in your usual place, completely bored. Ofcourse you were bored, who wouldn’t be when they are surrounded by idiots? You were one of the four students in class 2 who actually passed the provisional licence exams in their first year. To you, most of your classmates were useless dumbfucks since they didn't even pay the slightest effort to try to be a better hero. Not that you would ever say it loud though. You believed in showing them how stupid they are with your abilities instead of calling them out. You were a quiet person in general, rarely speaking to anyone from your class unless it's absolutely necessary. They avoided you as well, since, well, you were kinda intimidating and unapproachable. You always came second in written exams and first in practical exams after all. You were the star student of class 2A and you never failed to rub it into their face as you gave them a smug smile as soon as you beat someone's ass during training with quirks. Your quirk was strong and there was no questioning it. Your quirk was called energy. To put it simply, you could manipulate energy. It was a very overpowered quirk but it came with a price. Your quirk allowed you to go against the law of physics to create or destroy energy. You could make something explode into pieces just with one look while you can undo the kinetic energy of a bullet to render it useless at the same time. While creating energy, your own body's energy gets used up if you overdo yourself, which might make you pass out. When undoing energy, your bodt absorbs the energy that you had undone. Overdoing it may give you a heat stroke. You were better than all the dumbasses in class anyway.

When your homeroom teacher entered the class with three familiar senior students, you finally found interest in class. They were introduced as the big 3 of class 3A. You were always interested in that batch and you mentally cursed yourself for being an year younger than them. You loved a good challenge and almost no one from your class was good enough. They were cocky enough to ask the big 3 for a fight though. Midoriya Izuku, the green haired boy standing between the two other boys was reluctant about the class's proposal. Todoroki Shouto, the boy to the left with mismatched hair looked like he couldn’t care less. However, Bakugou Katsuki, the ash blonde boy to the right was the one who caught your attention. To be fair, he had your attention as soon as he entered the classroom. He wanted to fight and show these morons their place. Most importantly, he threw a challenge at the class to come at him. All 20 students against one. Needless to say, you loved a good challenge.

Bakugou Katsuki went into that class thinking that he'd have to deal with some cocky losers. 2A was known to be full of overconfident brats anyway. When those idiots threw a challenge at him, he expected them to be on their ass the second they attacked him. He was partially right. All of them were on their asses except this one girl. Her quirk was interesting. Every time he threw an explosion at her, the impact would come on him. She was untouchable. It took a while for Bakugou to figure out her quirk. At the end, Bakugou threw her off balance only after figuring out that she was untouchable as long as she could see him. He had to admit that this girl intrigued her since she gave him a competition on the level of Deku or Icyhot bastard.

The next time Bakugou saw you was when you came to him the next day, asking for help in training. You explained how everyone from your class was useless, a sentiment that he shared with you, and how you couldn’t improve your quirk sparring with them. Bakugou had ever chance to turn you away but your control on your quirk interested him, making him accept your invitation. You on the other hand was nervous. You knew Bakugou Katsuki from the sports festivals. On his first sports festival, you saw how much he wanted an indisputable victory. You came to respect that man then and there. After fighting with him, you were in awe. There was no denying the fact that he was your role model when you decided to join UA. As you expected, he was an amazing fighter, the only person who ever defeated you in a sparring match. Hence, you were nervous about asking THE Bakugou Katsuki to train with you. You almost were ready for a rejection but he surprised you by giving you a time and place and barking at you about not being late.

You were always a very punctual person. Hence, you were at the park he asked you to be at right on time. However, Bakugou was, well, more punctual, if that's possible since he reached 10 minutes before you did. "You're late." he grumbled at you. "You're early." you replied, not liking the fact that he called you late when you were not. "Tch whatever. Show me what you’ve got." he grumbled before you two started fighting. This was the begining of a little personal war between the two of you over who arrived first at the park. This always led to the sparring to start earlier, hence, end earlier as well. At the begining, you both just went home but after a while, the two of you had conversations on the one topic you both had in common, bitching about your stupid classmates.

When you were in your third year and Bakugou started his career as a pro hero, you expected these training sessions to stop. By that time, the two of you got close enough for Bakugou to consider you as a friend. You didn't know how much of an achievement it was for you. You were sad about the entire thing as you went for your presumably last training session, only to find at your delight that Bakugou decided to make time to 'train your stupid ass so that you could survive out there'. You were used to his brash manner of speaking. In his defence, you weren’t much better. The two of you bickered a lot but that's what it was, simple bickering. There were times when you two were fighting over something stupid and then laughing your asses off over something stupid that your classmates did. You didn’t know that you were the only one who could make him laugh this way.

However, there were some things that you did notice. You noticed that no matter how hard it was for him to make time between his hero duties, he never missed out on the training sessions. You never failed to remind him how grateful you were for his help. You noticed that no matter how much he wanted to be the number 1 hero, he always pushed you to surpass him. Ofcourse, you rarely won against him but you were much, much better than the first time you fought him. Most importantly, you noticed the lingering touches every time he pinned you ensuring his victory, his sharp crimson eyes gazing at your body for just one extra moment than required. You would be lying if you said that you didn't do the same. Over the years, the respect and admiration towards him turned into attraction. How could you even blame yourself? Watching his muscles flex under his tanktop every single day, his sweat covered beautifully sculpted neckline, the sweet caramel smell emitting from him, the strength of his sharp intense gaze, the diversity of his expressions every time he ranted or shouted or laughed and the soft smiles he rarely showed, there was no helping it. You had fallen for this explosive man and his explosive demeanour.

You had a general idea that he had some sort of interest in you and you knew that you definitely were interested in him, yet, you didn't have the courage to make a move. Why? Because it was common knowledge that pro hero Ground Zero doesn't do love. He said so in interviews ever since his popularity blew up. Many women approached him and he rejected everyone. Hell, he even ranted to you about it. You had a general idea that he was attracted to you but you were sure that he wouldn’t return your feelings. However, Bakugou broke your expectations yet again.

It started with Bakugo being distracted by the way you look every time you trained. He found himself looking at your flushed face when he pinned you down defeating you and imagining scenerios where you made that face for a different reason than training. He found himself admiring the way your breasts looked, wondering if it would fit his hands perfectly or if your ass was as soft as it looked. At first, he convinced himself that it was just his hormones acting out. After all, he was 18 and had a high sex drive. Things escalated when he realized that he had started to think about you every after he woke up with a morning boner, every time he fought a villain, pretty much all day. Memories of you laughing put his anger at ease (as much as it can get) and when he actually makes you laugh during training sessions, he literally doesn't shout at people nearly as much as he normally does the whole day. At this point, he was in denial. Deep down, he knew that he fell hard for you. For fuck's sake, you understood him. You were as ambitious as he is, you tried to improve yourself as much as he did and you never got offended by his behaviour. You were perfect. Then again, you were a weakness and the last thing he needed was a weakness. The number 1 hero shouldn’t have weaknesses. Yet he found himself helping you train everyday. You were a drug that he couldn't get off.

Bakugou never saw himself asking a girl out. Sure, he had one night stands like any other rising hero. However, not in a million years had he thought that he would go into a romantic relationship with a girl who would end up being his future wife. The sparring sessions continued even after you graduated from UA and went on to become a pro hero yourself. After all, your quirks worked perfectly together. As a rising pro hero yourself, you got invited to the I expo gala that year. The only problem was, you had to bring a plus one. You never were the most social person, however, ever since you became a pro hero, you befriended some people with an equal amount of ambition unlike your useless classmates. You were planning to ask Bakugou to be your plus one before one of your male friends asked you out. The guy had been flirting with you for a while and to be fair, you had already decided that you had no chance with the explosive hero. When Bakugou asked you to go to the I Expo with him as friends, you had to reluctantly reject the offer since you already had a date. While Bakugou didn't show any reaction to it, deep down, he felt a pang of jealousy and a strong desire to explode the unworthy bastard who thought he could take you from him. There was also anger within him at himself because it was his fault that he didn't make a move earlier. Hence, he decided to go to I Expo with his assistant at his new found agency.

After you went to the I Expo with your so called date, you realised that the bastard came with you to boost up his own career. Sure, he was a pro hero, but you were much popular than him thanks to your extremely powerful quirk. When talking to the media, the bastard had the audacity to declare himself as your boyfriend and acting as if you two had a secret relationship for years. You being a snarky person, completely denied everything on his face infront of the media, completely calling him out and leaving him there with the media as they proceeded on ruining his career with the latest gossip on how the pro hero tried to forge a relationship with (H/N) to gain popularity. Hence, you found yourself standing at the balcony attached to the hall room where the event was taking place. Taking a long sip from the alcoholic drink in your hand, you let out a sigh. Oh how you wished that you were here with Bakugou instead... It seemed like the Gods had finally looked upon you because you heard an extremely familiar voice behind you saying, "Seems like your dumbass got popular enough for people to start forging relationships huh?". Turning back, you found Bakugou staring at you with his familiar intense crimson gaze while sporting a smug smirk on his face. "Seems like it. Did your date run off too?" you asked him, discreetly checking out how perfectly the black suit complemented his frame.

"She's talking to the media to make them like me cause apparantly I'm an asshole." Bakugou grumbled, standing beside you. "You came with your manager?" you asked him, curious. "Manager/Assistant. Standing one person is better than two." Bakugou explained his reason behind overworking the poor woman. As if Bakugou understood the fact that you were silently judging his ethics, he snapped at you, "I pay her enough dumbass! She literally gets twice the amount than a regular manager cause I don't want to deal with too many shitty extras!". "Yeah yeah calm down.. Zeez.." You muttered with a smile. You really enjoyed his company. "Oi (L/N)?" you suddenly heard Bakugou call you after a moment of comfortable silence. What surprised you was his voice. It was softer than usual. "Yeah?" you answered, looking at him. He was looking at the floor, his eyes hidden by his hair. "Were you interested in that guy?" he asked you. A bit surprised by his question, you answered, "What? No.. Not really... He was a good friend but no...". "I see." Bakugou answered before looking straight at your eyes. "Since both our dates are stupid and left us alone, let's make this our date." he stated. Bakugou thought you wouldn’t notice the fact that he was blushing but he was wrong because you did. Unlike him, you knew that there was no hiding the fact that you were a blushing mess when you asked him shyly, "a friendly date or a date-date?". "A date-date you dumbfuck! I thought you were smarter than those extras!" he snapped at you. "How the fuck am I supposed to understand if you throw this at me out of nowhere?" you snapped at him. "By using some damn common sense you stupid fuck! Is it a yes or no for fucks sake?" he almost exploded. "Yes damnit! Stop exploding at everyth..." you were cut off with a kiss. Bakugou truly was a perfectionist at everything, you realized. Even at kissing. Your tongues battled for dominance, a battle that he won. His hands were on your waist and you didn't realise when your hands moved up to his shoulder. The media had a lot to say about it on the next day since someone took a picture of rising heroes Ground Zero and (H/N) passionately making out.

With Bakugou Katsuki, you always had to expect the unexpected. Ofcourse, you never expected him to confirm your relationship with him as soon as the media caught up, which was literally the next day, nor did you expect him to propose you in the most tsundere way possible five years later. He literally demanded that you marry him, throwing the topic at you out of nowhere and shoving a ring on your finger. Now that you were at the hospital, watching him hold your new born son, who looked almost like a mini Bakugou, with glossy eyes, you were yet again surprised by his tenderness. After all, Bakugou Katsuki always did the most unexpected things.

[Author's note: Hey! It's my first Bakugou×reader fanfiction. Hope ya'll enjoyed it! I do bnha requests too!]

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bakubaewritings · 4 years

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What we could have been

Izuku x reader

My first attempt at Angst

UA was of the best years of your life, studying to become a pro with a class full of some of your best friends. You had been especially close with the Dekusquad, Iida, having been a childhood friend. Your first year, you found yourself developing a crush on a certain green-haired boy, Izuku Midoriya. You admired his determination, and by the third year, your crush had formed into full-on love, though sadly one-sided love. However, you were never the confrontational type and decided just to keep your distance, fearing rejection, as the years passed you saw Izuku and Uraraka we're becoming closer and closer, and the only thing you could do was sit back, watch, and be happy for them because that's who you were. You were too busy worrying about his happiness that you let yours escape you. You sat watching as their hugs became longer and turned into hand-holding. You sat through late nights, helping and encouraging Izuku to ask Uraraka out. You sat watching them share kisses and even hearing about their intimate moments.

It had become complicated for you too bare. Your heart longed to be with Izuku, but you convinced yourself it just wasn't meant to be. Your last year at UA, you broke the news to everyone you were going to work in the states. You were met with hugs and many tears. Even Bakugo seemed to be slightly upset, demanding that you couldn't leave before you two had a proper fight. Iida took it the extremely hard; you were his oldest and dearest friend. But it was Izuku who seemed the most upset. He hugged you crying all through the night, saying he would miss you dearly.

You had tried to keep in contact with everyone, but it was challenging. It came as a surprise when after five years you received a phone call for your best friend Iida, and soon you were making preparations to return home. You're best friend since diapers Tenya Iida was getting married, you were just as surprised to learn who the bride was Ochaco Uraraka. You were shocked to hear your best friend tell you how soon after graduating and your departure Izuku and her had broken up, and a romantic relationship between her and Iida and had blossomed. You were baffled but none the less happy for your friend. However, you couldn't help but let your mind wander to Izuku. You had heard about him, Izuku had skyrocketed to the top of the hero billboards, he fit the role of the symbol of peace perfectly, he had conquered his dream. As for you, you had tried to move on. This silly high school crush had gone too far, you told yourself.

Standing next to Iida's brother, you wept as they read their vows. You were asked to be one of Iida's best men, and you were honored. You wore a long mermaid navy blue dress; it hugged your curves spectacularly. Being a pro hero had changed your body drastically. You had never felt sexier, more confident.

You had reunited with almost everyone from your old class, Izuku wasn't one of them. You decided to slip away towards the bar while the bride and groom shared their first dance. Sipping your drink at the bar, you cheered them on as they kissed.

"Always the supportive friend, weren't you y/n?" A very familiar voice called from behind you. You turned around to see Izuku standing there. Except he looked almost completely different; if not for his freckles and same messy green curls, you might have not even recognized him. He stood so much taller, muscles practically popping out of a tight white button-up. His once babyface now one of a chiseled man.

"Izuku." You let out a breath, a smile spreading into your lips as he pulled you into his tight embrace.

In high school, you savored ever moment he held you in his arms; his intoxicating aroma filled your nostrils. It was like heaven on earth. The way it would cause not butterflies, but a zoo in your stomach. You never wanted to pull away.

You felt his rippling muscles flex as you wrapped your arms to hug him back. He was so warm. His arms snaked around your waist, your on his shoulders. "I missed you so much." His voice cracked as you felt his hold on you tighten. "I missed you to Zuzu." You chuckled, patting his back. You began to pull away after a while, so his grip loosened around your waist, but he fully never let go. His eyes poured into your own as he looked down at you. "So how is being the number one hero." You sent him a smirked sipping your drink, and he chuckled.

"It's..it's great." He simply stated before letting his eyes travel down your body. Admiring your curves. "You, you look amazing." You couldn't help but blush. "Thank you, it's all the intense training." You let out an laugh scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

His arms still gripped firmly around your waist. "I can't believe you came." His voice was so much deeper, but he never lost the ability to dowse every word with pure heartfelt emotion as they left his lips. You smiled kindly; he fingertips pressed into your waist, the thin material of the dress doing what felt like nothing as his touch seemed to burn through the dress, your skin becoming hotter under his touch.

"I figured it was perfect timing, you know, what better perfect way to come home than attending your best friend's wedding before you start working at his agency." You chuckled nervously, sweating your drink down.

"You're staying?" His eyes widened; you froze, unable to speak. You weren't going to tell anyone you were coming home permanently. You smacked your palm lightly against your forehead.

"Please, don't tell anyone. No one knows except Iida, and this is his and Uraraka's day; I don't wanna take their spotlight away." Izuku's eyes softened, you had always done this. You had put everyone before yourself, you were never selfish, or one for the spotlight. You were perfect, and now, here you were in front of him, in his arms, just like he wanted to have you for so long.

"Y/n, I'm sorry." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, tilting your head to the side slightly, "Sorry for what?"

He pulled you even closer, your chest firmly pressed up against his, "for everything, from the beginning it was you, it was always you. I was too stupid to notice; I should have never been with Uraraka, I should have been with you. I love you when you told us you were leaving five years ago you took my heart with you. I never stopped thinking about you, thinking and us, what we, what we could have been I-"

"Hey buddy, it's not very manly to be hitting on another man's fiance." Growled a familiar voice from behind Izuku.

"Fiance?" Izuku's voice dried out; he felt like he had just taken a stab through the heart. His arms fell limp to his sides as he watched your eyes sparkle as you looked over his shoulder.

Izuku turned around slowly, his hand balled into a fist. His jealously clearly displayed on his face. Everything began to fall apart around him as he came face to face with his old classmates Kirishima.

"Midoriya? Man, sorry, I didn't even recognize you." Kirishima let out a laugh in relief as he walked over to you, pulling you deep into his firm chest.

"I kinda get a little overprotective when It comes to this one." Izuku watched as Kirishima placed a kiss onto your exposed neck, causing you to blush and giggle. His jaw clenched tightly. His hands balled up into tight fists, shoved deep into his dress pants pocket.

He watched as his old classmates all ran over, gushing over how everyone was finally together again.

That was when he noticed your hand, your left, and the big diamond ring that shined on it.

"You and Kirishima!" Mina yelled in excitement.

All he could do now was sit back and watch. He watched you all night, watched him hold you and kiss you. Knowing he would never get a chance to have you, to hold you, to kiss you. He'd be forced to forever asked himself what you two could have been.

#BNHA #deku #dekusquad #bnha midoriya #midoriya #mha #mha fanfiction #imagine #angst #slight angst #kirishima x reader #izuku x reader #fics #one shot

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hey-hamlet · 4 years

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BNHA AU Ideas : Darker Stains

Also on AO3

TL;DR:

Being a villain might run in Izuku's family, but that doesn't mean he needs to be the same type of villain as his dad. After all, the world doesn't need another All for One.

But I could do with another Stain.

AKA: Izuku, stubbornly follows Stain around until the guy warms up to him, all while he slowly poisons his gen ed class against the concept of heroes. Iida is stuck in the middle of all of this and finding himself begrudgingly agreeing with the kid who seems too sweet to be a villain.

Basically, deku is stain's apprentice

Ok less apprentice, more like "kid he cant get rid of"

izuku has afo and is sensei's kid and its kinda been his mission to get stain onside, but he just kinda started staning stain

so he said "love u dad but can i just like, follow this guy" and his dad said "you know what, its good to broaden your villainous horizons" So he makes a deal w stain: the heroes don't have to die, but izuku will take their quirks from them

in this AU izuku can "borrow" a quirk pretty quickly but needs a solid minute of contact to fully take it

izuku goes to ua, hes a gen. ed. student! he's there to get connections/blackmail but he only shows up around 3 days a week because of "family matters" but he’s holding great grades so they haven’t pushed too hard about his attendance. the only quirk izuku is listed as having is minor telekinesis, its all he uses in school but he gets pretty far in the sports festival, all the way to the tournament but has to forfeit his match because he needs to do something

(it was against bakugo. he honestly could have fought it but bakugo would be way angrier not being allowed to fight him so he left a little early)

so bakugo has always been kinda,,, scared of izuku. he lives w his dad, his mum lives in europe or something, bakugo isn't sure (afo told her it'd be safer for her to leave the country because all might vs him would be dangerous. She agreed but asked that he A, look after izuku and B, she be allowed to give her quirk to him as a gift to keep him safe. its izukus favorite quirk) and izuku has always let off a creepy aura. he had a "weak" quirk but did a lot of unexplained things, was too smart etc and his dad was creepy as all hell

bakugo would never admit it, but he was kinda glad he didnt have to fight izuku

Iida doesn’t get the call from his mum until later so he gets his medal and everything.

turns out? tensei was stopped by the hero killers, they don't "kill" people but they do kill heroes, tensei fought, lost and lost his quirk

so everything happens as in canon up till hosu (mirio has ofa) so izuku knows iida a little, was on his team with todoroki (replaced kami, his quirk was great for grabbing headbands). He actually picked iida's team because he wanted to know more about him before they took on ingenium

he wasnt 100% onboard with the removal of ingenium because he wasn't all that bad but he wasn't perfect for stains ideology because he was pretty profit-focused, had no other heroes on team but loads of sidekicks who make lower rates than heroes and give his agency a funding boost and was from a Hero Family so it wasn't super likely he wanted to be a hero just to save people

but he was a nice guy and put his life on the line for people so izuku thought he was pretty ok but stain was sticking to his guns and izuku didn't want the guy dead,,, so he said sure. so, izuku kinda,,, knows iida is going to come after stain. he saw all the people who put in internship forms, he saw where iida put down and put 2 and 2 together. but, thing is? he really likes iida! every time he's met iida the guy has been super nice to him, if a little uptight. during the cavalry battle he even took a hit for izuku he didn’t need to and izuku liked that so he’s trying to steer stain away from where he knows iida is probably going to end up because fuck endeavour and he's in Hosu

(plus izuku wants that sweet sweet fire quirk because he's not allowed to take dabi's)

also: relevant but only just, izuku has a really cutesy villain costume and isn't linked to the hero killer (like, think bunny poncho)

so izuku is wandering around, trying to work out how to lure endeavour into a dark alley and not having much luck because the nomu are L o u d and he ends up getting pushed to the ground and trampled in a person stampede

which he's a little salty about! but, iida, a knight in shining armour, stops his search for the hero killer to help izuku up and ask if hes ok and izuku blushes despite himself because even tho hes trying to steal the number 2 heroes quirk hes a big fan of heroes and iida? pushing all the heroic buttons

so yada yada, stain ends up taking native because endeavour wasnt leaving the crowds and izuku goes over to take the quirk for him and iida shows up

He steps between izuku and stain (assuming stain ment to hurt izuku) and says hes going to get revenge for his brother

and stain just fucking,,, sighs because he can see izuku's blush from here and the kid is all starry eyed over baby ingenium but like, the kid is vengeance-y and that’s not great for a hero, so he thinks the least he can do is rough him up a bit to teach him what a hero should be doing, because he’s trying to make a point more than anything he doesn’t use his quirk yet and tries to explain his point to iida

izuku is sitting off to the side with native and just watching this go down (he,,, may also be stealing native's quirk,, because fuck that guy but thats not the point)

anyway, iida is losing, and pretty badly too because the kid is angry and alone. izuku has finished taking native's quirk, who still hasn’t realized because hes stupid so he hauls iida over his shoulder from where hes a little concussed on the ground and runs off with him, leaving stain to sigh because what has his life come to

izuku talks to iida about stains ideas while patching him up, admitting that he thinks iida's brother was actually a pretty good hero and that stains a little strict. iida cant help but understand stains way of thinking, even though hes mad at himself about it. he tries to ask izuku what he was doing but he just gets shushed

izuku kinda dumps iida on todoroki and runs

(todoroki swears there was something familiar about the rabbit costumed kid)

so, izuku like comes up to iida during school, says he heard ab. stain and that it was really impressive that he did all that yadda yadda, and then leaves, 20 minutes later todoroki sees iida trying to flex his arms and grimacing. iida admits his arms are a little sore but its nbd

during hero training iida collapses a little and ochako runs over, hes trying not to scream because his arms hurt so bad.

he heads to recovery girl and hes? ok? but now also got engines where his brother did? and todoroki and ochako are so lost. todoroki turns to iida and says "i know this is off topic, but didnt your involvement with stain get suppressed from the media?" and iida freezes

iida trying to find this gen ed student but he doesnt really remember izukus name. hes just "green boy w minor telekinesis who knew too much"

i want izuku ducking behind his bestie shinso to hide from the big bad hero student. shinso is ready to throw down for izuku honestly. izuku confided in shinso ab. his villainous quirk and shinso is honestly shaping up to be his righthand man. together they'll show the world what heroes should really be, by tearing the system to shreds

iida is trying to find "green boy". short skinny green boy who hides behind his tall angry friend and is only on campus like, half the week.

needless to say iida is having some trouble

so iida, honestly losing faith in heroics (in this au, todoroki told iida about the quirk marriage) goes looking for stain

iida: “where is izuku”

everyone in gen ed: 💪🏽👁👄👁👊🏽

iida, now in tears: “what are you say i ng”

basically in this au izuku has managed to poison the gen ed. kids against heroics. some of them cant stand their teachers anymore, none of them want to transfer, they fake gag when they see the heroics students and some of them have even dropped out but no one suspects izuku because the kid loves heroes!!!

mic is his homeroom teacher

ooooOOOH TRAITOR MIC TOO

so mic is also the traitor

but hes like,, stupidly in love with aizawa and izuku kinda loves eraserhead so izuku makes his dad promise to not hurt 1a/aizawa so in this au? aizawa doesn't get smashed by the nomu. aizawa was trapped by stains quirk so the guy has tr a u m a but he's not in pain. afo is honestly trying to kill allmight but izuku likes all might so they fight about it but like, a soft fight? and it's disturbing even shigiraki because you should not be lightly bickering over the life of a man

shigaraki s in the corner tears in his eyes because izuku just gave afo permission to “lightly maim him” like goddamn kid what’s wrong with u

stain runs into iida and he's like "god please i dont wanna fight you again the boss' kid will cry" and iida is like ",,, so tell me about izuku" and stain fucking glares at him w such intensity iida is both 1, sure he's correct 2, scared for his life

so stain calls kurogiri and throws iida into the bar and izuku jumps like, 6 feet in the air like a cat and is clinging to the roof but he calms the fuck down and iida is so shook that the only thing he can think to say is ",,, we are too young to be in a bar"

and izuku busts a gut and hes like, crying laughing "you're right we are way too young, why don't we go to another room?" dabi wolf whistles, then has to dodge izuku's now flying milkshake iida n izuku just chat! n iida is a little creeped? because izuku is charismatic and charming and iida agrees with him 100% but he shouldn’t be? he should be nervous or angry or at least a little confused but hes just so charming and bubbly its a little odd. honestly, all the stuff izuku pointed out? iida starts to see how bakugo can get away with acting like an ass but shinso can’t even look at someone wrong without getting set upon

iida is making massive leaps in his training because his quirk has doubled in strength! but, it feels like hes stolen something from his brother

but thats not possible, right? you cant give and take quirks.

of course not

...

right?

iida starts wondering what midoriya's quirk really is, exactly. he never named it. just said "i can use telekinesis on light stuff" but, he hung around villains and seemed to be respected by them, without any visible training, weapons or strength

and shinso, when prompted, said he empathised with midoriya, which iida thought was an odd word choice?

anyway, iida doesnt feel great during hero training. all might's villain costume feels almost offensive? and the profiling aizawa has them do feels wrong, like making assumptions based off the quirk, not the person. it just feels gross and wrong and he's starting to feel really conflicted. because stain hurt people. izuku hurt people.

but he agrees with them

#bnha au #darker stains au #Iida Tenya #tenya #midoriya izuku #izuku #stain #midoriya #iida #villain deku

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the19thduckpotato · 4 years

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In the Shadow of a Smile (Pt 3)

Part 2

Izuku grinned. “Woah, that’s a lot of places! You sure we have time for all of ‘em?”

POOMPF!!

"ALL MIGHT ALWAYS HAS PLENTY OF TIME!" He roared enthusiastic laughter then coughed and disappeared in a cloud of steam. Toshinori waved the cloud away and rubbed the back of his head, still snickering. "'Cause, you know...retirement...and stuff." Spoken as casual as possible.

Izuku nodded, responding just as casually. “Ah, fair point, yeah.” He leaned his head against Toshi’s arm. “Don’tcha get tired after a whole day out, though? I do. N I know I don’t... really... have an excuse, but....” He scrubbed at the back on his head with a sheepish grin. “I do, anyway.”

"No excuse? I disagree! You're training to be a hero AND training at UA, which is daunting enough as it is. On top of that--" Toshi made a show of glancing about, making sure they wouldn't be overheard. "--One for All. Especially with all this new stuff, the vestiges, the Quirks." He ruffled Izuku's hair. "And don't forget, you're still a growing teenager. That's the height of your body going through a bunch of stuff that's going to leave you exhausted." He stopped and looked to Izuku as if only just now considering this. "Promise me you'll let me know when you have had your fill, ok?"

Izuku bit his lip, still feeling a little weird about... quitting when tired?? if he wasn’t sick or injured?? isn’t that for wimps?? but... “Okay.” Maybe if I see you getting tired, I can ask to go too... or even if I don’t, I don’t have to feel bad about saying I wanna go because I know you push yourself n you hide it n—

Mentor sideglanced student then let his gaze drift to the river. "There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself. Remember that." Uh huh.

“W— e-ell... is it REALLY necessary, though... like, I do want to quit far more often than I should. At a lot of things. I can’t just stop every time I feel like it! ...Right?”

"My experience with ya? You never quit when it really matters." "He takes after you, Toshinori. ...that's not a compliment." "You're consistently fighting, working harder, pushing farther, to show you're as worthy as anyone else to be where you are. I trust your judgment. Don't run yourself into the ground and don't slack on improving One for All when you can. We can't have an exhausted Symbol of Peace now, can we?" He grinned companionably as he-- i'm tired of being tired --heard the thought flit through. He mentally batted it away and made for the popcorn shop.

“But... doesn’t everything matter?” Izuku tilted his head.

Toshi chuckled fondly. "Easy, don't overthink it. You remember what I asked you, way back when? When you saved your friend Bakugo from that sludge monster. I asked what prompted you and you said your body just moved without thinking. And those are the times that, if I'm forced to say so, are the ones that matter most. So your body needs to be in its best form as much as possible. So that means resting when you need to and--" Toshi made an embarrassed noise and dropped his raised arm. "Oop, I'm lecturing again." Like you think you have any idea what you're talking about. A very faint protest noise and his fingers curled in. But the nails didn't dig in. Not this time.

“No no, I like it!” Izuku nodded up at his mentor reassuringly, then sank into overthought, knuckle coming up to his lips. But... what if I’m overthinking in an important moment and don’t move?? There are DEFINITELY things that are important that I’ve messed up— and— ...and I’m overthinking NOW... but does that mean this moment isn’t important?? That CAN’T be, it is, I know, I’m here! I can see it! He looked around as they entered the door of the popcorn shop, distracted by all the new sights and sounds and SMELLS, OH WOW, THE SMELLS— It made Izuku a tiny bit dizzy with the sudden intensity of it.

Toshinori waved cheerfully at the greeting calls of "oh hello, Mr. Yagi!" A plump lady with her hair wrapped up beamed and bobbed welcome. "Just in time for the fresh batch--and who is this?" Toshi grinned. "This is Izuku, my student. Izuku, this is Madame Popol. I've been talking up your skills all afternoon so you might want to break out your best flavors." Madame Popol looked delighted at that and bustled off to do just so. Toshi took a seat at the nearby bench and breathed deep. How he missed the scents that mingled here!

After flashing a grin and small wave at Madame Popol, Izuku took a seat beside his dad, smiling up at him fondly. He looks so happy...♡

Madame Popol soon returned with a circular wooden tray carved with multiple notches. In each notch sat a handful of popcorn, each a different shade of color. The plump lady began to describe the flavors and Toshi made his mind wander. remember when you used to get bags full of popcorn all the time? And Torino would bark disappoint at your snacking habits while Master would just roar laughter and steal a few kernels? "...now this one is strawberry, over here is smokey chipotle, and this one is classic white cheddar." Toshi's mouth watered a bit and he glanced about at the brightly colored bags, tied with equally bright ribbons. Then, unbidden, a sudden urge to rise up and plunge his hands into the barrels and bags of popcorn. Sink in, elbow deep, and start wildly stuffing his face. that would be incredibly stupid. I know You'd land yourself in the hospital with a stunt like that. I know. And so Toshi busied himself with watching Izuku's reactions to the many flavors presented him.

Izuku’s eyes were wide as he listened, not remembering all of the flavors in the list but making a beeline for the strawberry, picking up a kernel and popping it in his mouth. “Mm!” His eyes somehow got wider. “That’s really good!”

Madame Popol winked. "Excellent! Sweet taste for an equally sweet boy. Don't you worry now, Mr. Yagi, I got some of yours all prepped and ready to go." Toshi began to pull his wallet out and Madame Popol cheerfully swatted his hand. "Poppi!" "You just let me borrow this one's tastebuds for a few more flavors and we'll call it even. ...how about cookies and cream, Izuku? Or pickle? Bet you never heard of that before!"

Half of Izuku’s face scrunched, though he kept smiling amusedly. “Bet I have!”

"But have you actually tried it?"

“Wwwwwwell....”

Madam Popol held out the tray. Toshi leaned back on the bench and smiled, closing his eyes and breathing deep again. just one handful surely it wouldn't be that bad A really small handful, even

Izuku took a piece.... His whole face scrunched up.

Toshi was finding the temptation getting a bit too strong and turned to Izuku to stammer out some sort of excuse-- --saw the kid's face-- "What on earth?!" --and gave in to a helpless bout of laughter. Madame Popol beamed at both of their reactions, still keeping a knowing eye on her lanky regular. "Isn't that marvelous?" she chirped.

"I'm... not sure it's... my cup of tea." Izuku shook his head, a tiny bit of blush on his cheeks, but being honest. Really don't like pickles....

"It isn't for everyone," Madane Popol agreed, not even slightly put out. "Now then. As you can see, we're pretty talented here. So I need to ask--what is one flavor you'd never expect to taste on popcorn? And not anything too weird or wild. I'm asking from a curious business owner standpoint."

Izuku thought for a bit. "....Well I wouldn't want to eat it, but... horseradish?"

Madame Popol nodded thoughtfully. "And what about something you would eat? Something like--" With a sudden expert motion that surprised even Toshi, she snatched a small bag from behind the counter and tossed it to the tall blond. "Mr. Yagi," she scolded fondly but firmly, "My dear, have a munch on that and please cheer up. And you--" she said, pointing at Izuku. "--flavor?" Toshi looked sheepish as Madame Popol dropped a large cloth bag in his lap and began filling it with assorted flavors of popcorn. "How many kids in your class again, hun? I'm sure our lovely Mr. Yagi will make sure these all get to them, won't he?"

"Uuuuhhh...." Izuku thought more. "Really, I just like the cheddar stuff, mostly." He popped one in his mouth, smiling at the flavor. "Strawberry is good, but I could eat these about forever." Am I being too familiar? This is oddly easy. If the words are coming this easy, are they really good? Or am I just not paying enough attention.... He looked around at Toshi and Madame Popol. They do seem unoffended though... maybe it's good, maybe I'm just being funny... yes, play the clown, I can do that... be sure not to try too hard, though, no one likes that-- stOP OVER TH I NK I N G

Toshi froze as the cloth bag filled up. Was I that easy to read? Crap. I need to get better about that. To stop making it so visible. He glanced at Izuku--my anchor--and grinned. "You heard him, Madame Popol, biggest bag of cheddar you got." She pretended to look offended. "I dont think you realize just how big the biggest bag I have is. I daresay you'd need to bring your big self out to haul it away." She flexed one arm and giggled. Toshi gave a gentle smile at that. "Sounds like a challenge," he returned, a little less enthusiastic than he had meant to sound.

Izuku covered his face and squeaked happily at that. "I didn't mean FOREVER forever!" Oh noooooo, that's too much! I can't let him buy that for me... but I can't STOP him! He grinned widely, though not missing Toshi's tone of voice. He didn't quite know what to make of it, though, so he filed the fact away while keeping it in reach.

Madame Popol wedged one last portion of popcorn (bacon jalapeno) into the cloth bag and tutted at Toshi's protests. "Now now, I dont expect you boys to carry any of these around all day. You look like you have other places you want to visit. I'll just have these sent to your office, Mr. Yagi, darlin." Toshi shifted for his wallet again and she cheerfully hmphed. "This man," she sighed in frustrated adoration, "he doesn't even eat yet like I ask and yet still tries to pay before services rendered." "Poppi--" "Shoo with you now! Out of my shop, no, out, I'll send you the bill later. Izuku please, one moment." She beckoned to the boy while still shooing Toshi out.

"--?" Izuku looked between Madame Popol and the currently-leaving Toshi nervously. He could feel his muscles tensing at the idea of staying behind alone, but... his gaze settled on her.

She produced a pocket sized bag of strawberry popcorn and pressed it into his hands. "Whatever you're doing, keep it up. This may sound odd but...you're very good for him." She sighed softly and gazed about her shop. "Would that I could show him my appreciation for all that he's done with more than just popcorn but that's what the heavens saw fit. So that will be as I keep doing. But you--" Her eyes twinkled knowingly. "--you've been blessed with the ability to bring his smile out." She looked like she wanted to say more, then shook her head and waddled back to the counter. "Come back anytime, lovey. There will always be a bag of your favorite waiting here for you."

Izuku gazed up at her as she spoke, completely understanding what it feels like to want to support someone you're grateful to but... not being able to. He smiled down at the bag of strawberry popcorn in his hands, glad he had met this Very Warm Person. "Thank you," he said softly.

She gently tweaked one of his freckled cheeks. "No no," she replied. "thank you." Then, returning to form, she cheerfully flapped her apron at him. "Get on, now! That man has long legs and could be halfway to Kyoto by now. Go catch up!"

He squeaked and ducked at the tweak, and hurried obediently after Toshi out the door.

((part 4))

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BNHA Imagines - MAIN 01

Meeting for the First Time

Izuku Midoriya:

How you met Izuku for the first time was not the first time you had seen him. He had never seen you before the day you stood in front of the entire class though. He had never seen you before but you had already memorized his face by then. Pictures of him and his classmates filled the screen when your brother would talk to you about your mission. The clip of the boy fighting the sludge monster would play over and over, his brave act immortalized in codes of ones and zeroes.

Study his movements, your brother would say, learn what you can. Your older brother was none other than Shigaraki, the self-proclaimed leader of the League of Villains. Shigaraki would make you watch those videos because he thought you would grow to hate him. You would never admit it but the videos did the opposite. He was such a hero, bravery running through his veins like blood. Dreams filled your mind of him saving you from the League and taking you far away. You weren't made to be a villain, you hated to see the fear in people's faces before you used your quirk on them. Your older brother raised you to use your quirks on others your entire life. Like your brother, your five fingertips must be touching the person for it to work but you didn't disintegrate them. Instead, you rummaged through their brain and made them forget memories. On the rare occasion when you used your quirk at full power, you could manipulate memories instead of simply making the person forget. It wouldn't be as bad if that was it but your quirk came with a drawback. Any memories that you erased were instead placed in your mind. You had memories of a father who you had to take away the memories of his precious baby girl. You often erased memories so people forgot they ever saw the Leauge, giving you the memories of the torture they had endured. Your mind was filled with more memories of others than it was of your own. As you stood at the front of class 1-A, your eyes couldn't help but drift to the green eyes you had only ever seen through a screen. The smile that he gave you made your heartbreak. He didn't know why you were here. He didn't know you were a spy for Shigaraki. If he did, he wouldn't be smiling at you like that. You wanted his smile to be real but you knew it would be gone if he knew the real you. He would only ever come to know this fake presented to him.

Bakugo Katsuki:

When the first assessment was done, you were not excited. You had been placed in U.A. by recommendation from Ms.Joke and you were sure she had pulled some strings to get you in 1-A. She knew how powerful your quirk actually was and how you could become a great pro-hero with some training. The issue was that your quirk didn't help with any test given to you. Your basic skills and dexterity allowed you to do well for someone who didn't wasn't using their quirk. You burned with shame at the mutterings of the boy who had gotten third, Bakugo Katsuki. "She didn't even use her quirk at all," He spoke to the red-haired boy who you hadn't learned the name of yet, "How did she even make it into 1-A, to begin with? I bet her parents paid for her way in, she didn't make it through the exams. She couldn't have." Anger bubbled within you, hands clenched by your side. How dare he say that? It wasn't true that you hadn't used your quirk during the tests but that meant nothing. He should just keep his dumb spikey hair out of everyone's business. Why did he think he had the right to judge everyone? You had heard him talking bad about Deku earlier and now he was messing with you? Deku may not stand up for himself but you sure as hell wouldn't let yourself be walked over. Your eyes met with Aizawa's, a look was shared between the two of you. Ms.Joke had informed him about you and your quirk, which may be why he was going easy on you with the chiding during the assessment. He understood that all of these tests weren't made for a quirk like yours. The man looked over at Bakugo before looking back at you, giving you a slight nod. That was enough for you to march up to the boy who turned his fiery gaze on you. "You really should just shut up about other people," You growled out, not flinching at the sneer on his lips. "And why should I? I'm the best so I'm allowed to judge sidekicks and extras like you." "The best? Well, I don't think the best would have gotten third." The class slowly went silent as the tension built up between the two of you, but Aizawa stayed back. The boy took a threatening step towards you, standing up taller to try to tower over you. Yet you didn't move as you kept your gaze locked on his. You weren't going to back down from this, you had to make your point obvious. "You better watch your mouth." "Or what? Gonna blow me up with those sweaty hands of yours?" The growl that came out of him signaled that you may not have done the best thing, but you weren't going to back down. You would just prove that he was right if you did. When your gaze didn't waver, he brought his hand up with a smug grin. This would surely make you realize how weak you were. A few loud explosions popped by your face though it wasn't close enough to hit. He wanted to scare you but you had other plans. Your hand shot up and grabbed your wrist tightly. A burning pain shot down your arm as the explosions hit your skin but you didn't flinch. Pain had been a part of your life ever since you were born. It would be hard for it not to due to your quirk. With a simple use of your quirk, the boy backed away with a groan of pain. The hand that had done the exploding shot to grasp his other hand in pain. When his red eyes met yours again, you flexed your uninjured hand with a triumphant smirk. "Wound transfer, it isn't just for healing you know."

Todoroki Shouto:

Neither of you remembered the first time the two of you met. You both believed that you had never seen each other before the first time in class 1-A, but Aizawa knew the truth. He could remember in the past when he had to take you to one of his meetings. He tried to keep you out of the hero's world but when your parents both died and left you with your uncle, he had no chose at some moments. He wasn't going to leave you alone. This meeting just so happened to be where Endeavor had brought his youngest son, Shouto, as well. The little boy was polite, too polite. Aizawa could tell Endeavor didn't raise the boy correctly. When Aizawa chided the man, he was left with a threat to Endeavor that if he ever dared to try anything with you, he would be left a puddle of goo. Out of the two of you, you were the most outgoing and confident one. Your parents had raised you to try to be the best and you planned on trying your best in everything that you did. This included making friends. Your chubby hand held onto Todoroki's as you led him to the playground while the adults kept talking. You had been here a lot but it was obvious even to your tiny brain that it wasn't normal for Todoroki. The two of you played together, mainly consisting of you dragging Shouto to do something and teaching him about it. Even when you scraped your knee, you just got back up and went to playing. Such a simple action and yet he would hold onto it for years to come. You got hurt but that didn't make you stop. You kept going despite the pain. He would remember it subconsciously for the rest of his life. When both of you were thoroughly tired, you hunkered down behind the rock climbing wall in the shade. Two children, so different yet so close for just that day. Shouto in proper clothes with the timidness of a mouse next to you in your dirty clothes who wanted to be friends with any stranger you saw. The two of you would end up being raised very differently and when you reached high school, the two of you would both be completely different from the kids that were on that playground that day. "Do you think I can be a hero? Mommy doesn't like my fireside. She says it is too much like my dad," Shouto spoke quietly as he looked up at the blue sky. "Anyone can be a hero! You will make a super cool hero!" Ten years later, you would meet again and both be on the way to fulfilling that promise.

Kirishima Ejiro:

Your mother called you special and unique but you just thought you were broken. All the students at your school pushed you around with your quirks, knowing that you couldn't do anything to them. You were one of the rare quirkless people. A kid who would amount to nothing in their life. Why would someone hire you when someone with a quirk could do it so much better? On the worst days, they would tell you that you weren't worth living. Most of the time it didn't bother you but there were the few days where it hit hard. "Maybe you could be professional bait!" One of the boys said, shoving you roughly. All you did was keep walking, ignoring all of the tauntings that they tossed in your direction. It wasn't like you hadn't heard them all before. They may be mean but they weren't the sharpest in the toolshed. Not very creative either but man, did they know how to use their quirks. Holding your notebook closer to your chest, you sped up your pace. All you needed to do was get home and then you would be safe from all of this. You tried to focus on the steps you were taking and just getting home but those thoughts were quickly shattered when the tallest boy grabbed you by your forearm. He roughly spun you around to face him, fire in his eyes. "You should look at someone when they are talking to you." The hold on your upper arm began to vibrate, the boy threatening to use his quirk on you. It wouldn't be the first time. His quirk allowed him to speed up his movements and he had learned that if he did it while holding someone's arm, the victim would receive a rather harsh rug burn. It hurt like hell but you couldn't do anything to fight back or your father would get angry. He was the police chief and said that any fight you got into, whether defensive or not, would look bad on his part. As you opened your mouth to speak, the boy instead was shoved away. A red-headed boy had marched over while you were lost in your thoughts, eyes narrowed and fists raised. What caught your eyes the most was his uniform. It was the unmistakable outfit of the U.A., this boy was training to be a hero! It seemed like your bullies had noticed the uniform as well due to the steps that they took back. You couldn't help but let your heart swell with the tall boy in front of you. This was the first time anyone had stepped in. "Hey, it isn't a very manly thing to mess with a girl!" He said with a raised voice, giving you the first glance of his sharp teeth. With a grumble and mumbling, the boys simply shot you a dirty look before walking off. That had been the first time they left you alone without there being injuries on your body. You thought they weren't scared of anything but they scurried off when the red-head scolded them. You wanted to thank him but the words got stuck in your throat when he turned to face you for the first time. His head was ridiculously spiked up, shooting up as if trying to touch the sky. His eyes were the same color of his hair, red with hints of brown. You knew it had to be rare for the same color of his hair to be his eyes. Perhaps he dyed his hair...Yet your eyes couldn't leave his face. His grin put the sun to shame and his eyes sparkled with happiness that you didn't even know existed. Time stood still just like a movie. You could almost hear the romantic music starting as the camera began to zoom in. Your fantasies were interrupted when he began to speak. "Want me to walk you home?" This boy was going to be the death of you.

Kaminari Denki:

No one ever believed you when you told them what your quirk was. It didn't show up physically like many other quirks but you still managed to get into 1-A. Even when your quirk was in use, some people still wouldn't notice it until you explained it to them. You didn't blame them, luck never seemed like it could be a quirk. How could it be when it wasn't even an action? It was fate that decided that kind of stuff. A quirk couldn't change the actions of others, yet, yours did. How it happened, you weren't sure but you knew it was there. In your life, you had been in many unlucky situations before. A car speeding past a red light, a man trying to push you onto the train's tracks, and dropping a pot of boiling water had all happened to you. Your quirk had saved you each time; the car missed you by an inch, your bag's straps stuck on one of the poles which kept you from falling, and the pot landed perfectly so none of the water spilled out. At first, you thought you were just a lucky person but when you went to the doctor's, they informed you that it was due to your quirk. It was a rare strand of quirk, one that had a single user before generation. You knew it was that rarity that got you into class 1-A. Everything and everyone around you seemed so much stronger and deserved more than you. You hadn't even wanted to be here, the idea of being a hero didn't interest you. Yet, everyone had told you how selfish you were being if you didn't pursue a career as a hero. A waste of a quirk. That was the only reason you were here, so they would stop telling you that. Maybe you would learn to either accept it or perhaps even want to be a hero as time passed. But for now, you would simply be getting by. This was school, that was it. You were walking into the lunchroom, a few minutes late due to Aizawa needing to ask you a few questions. You had not expected a fight to break out just as you were walking in. It was too hard to hear what they were yelling about but it soon devolved into physical violence, the main two attacking each other but the students around them were getting pulled into it as they were shoved around. One girl was shoved back, the tray she had her food on flying into the air. Instinctively, you pulled your hands up to cover your face. The food was thrown in your direction and many of the other students around you copied your actions. Two hands gripped your shoulders and shoved you back just a few steps, though they kept their hold on you to keep you from falling. Your eyes fluttered open to be greeted with the most bright blonde hair you had ever seen. Slowly, your eyes moved down to see the dopiest grin but quickly your attention was drawn to the rice that was covering the boy. "Man, this isn't how I thought today would go," A laugh flipped past his lips as casually as if there wasn't anything strange about this situation, "But at least I got to help a cute girl!"

Tenya Iida:

You and Iida had known each other for as long as you had lived. Your parents worked with his and since you both were born only months apart, the two of you often played together in the daycare set up at the building. Since most of the other heroes didn't have any children, it wasn't rare for it to simply be the two of you to be the only kids in that daycare. But neither of you cared since you always had each other. This type of mindset only continued until you reached the teenage years. Somehow both of you made it into U.A., as well as both being in 1-A. It seemed like a miracle! The two of you were walking next to each other on the first day, each with very different reactions. Iida was rather anxious and overthinking everything like he always did while you had a simple smile on your face. Your personalities were complete opposites. He thought plans over too much while you simply jumped into things without having a plan. You both kept each other balanced perfectly. "Iida, just calm down. We already are in the top class rank, everything should be easy, breezy, and beautiful from here on out." You spoke as you walked, hands clasped behind your back. "That most definitely isn't the truth. Because we are in the top class, we need to try our hardest to be the best. We will be up against all of those others who did just as well as us. We need to make sure that we keep up with them. If we fall behind, people will look down on us." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his words. Yet, you kept your mouth shut, you knew how he could get. Your mind just simply didn't work as his did, you learned to try your best to understand and relate to his words. "Well, we can work that hard together. We got here for a reason which means we are good enough to be here. We will be just as good when we are in class." You shoved his side gently, a kind smile on your face. The boy simply shook his head at your words, going off on another tangent. This was normal and you wouldn't want it any other way. His mind may move as fast as his legs but that was just how he was. He accepted how you were, which meant it was only fair for you to accept him as well.

Tokoyami Fumikage:

The first time you saw Tokoyami was at the Sport's Festival. His power was amazing! It was nothing like you had seen before and your mind swarmed with questions. His quirk was so different. It wasn't a power, it was more like another person! Would your own quirk work on it? Or would it work with just the boy himself? These questions pushed you to find him after his match. Sure, he lost but that didn't mean anything. Everyone but one person was going to lose so in your mind, he should just be proud that he made it so far! When you found him, he was alone in one of the hallways with his head in his hands. He didn't look upset, no, that wasn't it. It looked more like he had a headache or something. Perhaps that was why he was here instead of back up in the bleachers. Either way, it didn't matter to you. While you didn't want to bother him if he wasn't feeling good, you knew that this was your one chance. Being in General Studies meant you didn't see the people of 1-A that much. "Excuse me," You spoke softly which caused him to look up, red eyes slightly narrowed as he took in your appearance, "I'm sorry if I bothered you. I just wanted to congratulate you! You were so cool! I've never seen a quirk like yours! It is no surprise that you're in class 1-A!" It took the boy a second to take everything in. The two of you must have looked strange next to each other due to him having a rather dark aesthetic while you were much more like Uraraka with your choice of fashion. You preferred lighter colors or just colors in general. You felt like you were bored or sad when you just wore black or white. You always tried to have some color in your outfits. "Thank you..." His voice was deep and quiet, though that wasn't shocking. It fit his appearance so well. "I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions...If you'd like, we can go up and watch the rest of the festival together!" Your smile made his heart skip, both in how uncomfortable he was and how flustered he was. He wasn't used to people like you speaking to him. Normally people left him alone, saying he looked too intimidating to approach. He had planned to say no when Dark Shadow grumbled in his head. Of course, Dark Shadow didn't want to be near you. Perhaps that was why he ended up agreeing with your offer and following you back up to the bleachers. He had no idea that he would actually enjoy being around you. His dark heart seemed to crack a bit, allowing just enough light in for him to be able to deal with being around you.

Uraraka Ochaco:

The first time you met, your attention wasn't on her. The trio had been walking down the sidewalk when someone in a middle school uniform seemed to just appear out of nowhere. One moment there was no one in front of them and then a blur of a person appeared. Deku and Uraraka seemed to be taken aback but Iida stayed in his spot. His sharp eyebrows narrowed as he stared at the newcomer. If Uraraka had to guess, this person could only be a year or two under the rest of the group. Most likely a year, perhaps with some change. The girl was brought out of her thoughts as the person began to speak almost as fast as they seemed to appear. "Tenya! How was your first day? Mine was good but I know it must be nothing when compared to yours. I mean, you are attending U.A! I can't believe it, well I can, but I still am super excited! I knew you would make it, you're really smart. Though sometimes you can be too strict and follow the rules too much...Anyway, how was your day? I want to know it all! Oh, who are these people?" "(Y/N)..." Iida grumbled softly under his breath, obviously annoyed by your actions. He had gotten used to his "We're his friends...We met him today," Deku offered as Iida seemed to collect himself. Who was this person? How did they know Iida? It shouldn't be hard to figure it out, yet Deku Uraraka's minds were spinning with the greeting. "Friends?! Oh, that's awesome! I was really worried he wouldn't make friends just because he can be so strict and serious all the time. He really is cool once you get passed all his guidelines and boring rants. He's my big brother, by the way. I'm (Y/N), youngest of the Iida family. I tend to be kept out of most of the press stuff so I wouldn't be surprised if you never heard of me. Our eldest brother is the one most people know about." "Strangely though, as the youngest, they seem to have the most extreme strand of our quirk." Iida explained, letting out a breath before looking back over to you, "Have you eaten yet? Since you got off school?" The two were confused by his words. Since you had gotten off school? Almost all of the schools in the area only got off less than ten minutes ago. If he had said all day or since lunch, that would make more sense. Instead, he specified since leaving school. Uraraka's eyes scanned you, taking in your rather thin yet toned appearance. Did you have an illness? Anorexic? She would hate to assume and end up offending either you or Iida. She never wanted to unintentionally hurt someone. "No...I was just planning on waiting until I got back home." The duo watched as Iida rummaged in his school bag for a few moments before finding the object of his desire. A granola bar? Iida must be the overprotective type if he was that worried about getting you something to eat. Uraraka didn't understand why you couldn't wait until you got home to eat. She did that a lot and even then, she skipped some meals due to money issues. She knew personally people can go a while without eating. Still, Iida handed you the bar which you gratefully began to unwrap. "Is she alright?" Deku asked softly, hoping the words only were heard by Iida. "Yes, now she is. As I stated, they seem to have gotten an almost overabundance of whatever gene gives us our speed. They don't have the same leg formations as myself or my brother, instead, it seems that their engine, if you would like to use that word, resides somewhere inside of them. They are unable to stop moving without being in discomfort. Due to this, they lose a lot of energy and need to be refueling most of the day. Think of a Hummingbird and their wings. Any bird works. They need to eat more." For the first time, Uraraka noticed that even as you were standing, your right leg was bouncing up and down at an extreme speed. "Come now, let's get home. I'll see you two tomorrow." With a curt nod, Iida nudged you in the direction of home. Your eyes quickly went from him back to his friends, waving happily before turning back around and beginning a new conversation with your brother. The two left behind were still dazed from the strange encounter but both shared one thought. They would like to meet you again. It didn't hurt that you were pretty cute too.

Mina Ashido:

Living with one of the top heroes wasn't as hard as some people would believe. Being related to one was an entirely different story. It wasn't hard to deduce who your brother was with the white wings extending from your back. You wished it wasn't so obvious. It was annoying how often you were stopped on the streets for someone to end up just asking who your brother was. No matter what you did, you lived in Hawks shadow. Sure you were younger but it would be nice for someone to try to get to know you for you and not just to get close to your brother. So many teen girls had tried that. Luckily, you learned how to sniff them out after the first two times. What no one ever acknowledged was that you were an up and coming hero yourself. Even though you were still a teenager yourself going to highschool, you had made a name for yourself as a hero named Angel. The name hadn't been your idea, the media named the mysterious vigilante that without knowing who they were. Unlike your brother, your wings were able to retract into your back; the only hint they had been there in the first place was the two long scars on your shoulder blades. This allowed you to go to school as (Y/N) during the day and fight crime as Angel at night. Walking back to the apartment you shared with your brother, your wings sagged. It had been a tough fight tonight and your left-wing had gotten torn up pretty badly. Nothing time and bandages wouldn't fix. Hawks wouldn't be home since he was on patrol tonight so you would be able to deal with the wounds without interruption. You kept on a tight schedule, only allowing yourself to go out at night when you knew Hawks wouldn't be home to notice you missing. "Oh my God! It's the Angel!" Your wings instinctively puffed out causing a sharp and hot pain to shoot down to the tips of your fingers. Hands gripping the two daggers you used, you turned to see who had just noticed you. Another villain? It didn't sound like it but one could never be sure these days. You had heard of a villain named Toga who looked like nothing more than a cute young girl. Looks deceived and you had learned that early on. "What do you want?" You growled out, attempting to sound in power. You wanted villains to fear you but with the body of a teenager, it was hard. Instead of some street thug or villain, a girl with pink skin stood under a street light. Her eyes stood out to you with dots of yellow in a black sea. She definitely wouldn't be able to hide with an alter ego when she looked like that. Your eyes took in her uniform, a U.A. one. One to the school Hawks had made you apply to just a few weeks ago. He got a strong interest in your attendance, even giving a recommendation. He didn't care when the school year started so why now? You were beginning to wonder if you weren't keeping your night escapades as secret as you thought. "Whoa, whoa! Sorry, I don't mean any harm or anything! I just was taken aback to see you, I mean, you seem like a myth with how the papers are telling the story." Her voice hinted to no violence, allowing you to sheath your weapons once again. Your wings pulled back and while one was able to return inside of you, the other was limp and extended. "Are you hurt?" She asked softly, taking a few steps to get a closer look at you. With your mask on, you knew she wouldn't be able to know who you were and yet you couldn't help but flinch ever so slightly. She must have noticed this because she stopped when there was just a few feet in between the two of you, not coming any closer. "Let me walk you home at least. I promise I won't tell anyone, hero's promise. Well, a hero in training at least." When you looked back at that moment, you knew the only reason you agreed was due to the flutter her smile brought to your stomach.

Tsuyu Asui:

How had Tsuyu gotten herself into this predicament? She was back in her dorm room with what looked like a squirrel person. They had a large bushy tail and cute ears but it wasn't only in the look that they resembled squirrels. When she had seen them initially, she had witnessed them climbing trees and jumping from branch to branch without any issues. The girl had meant to go for a simple walk through the forest, that was all it was supposed to be. It was not supposed to end with her taking in some feral person because some villains were messing with them. She could have just helped and left it at that. Yet, with those eyes, she couldn't seem to leave them there. Something seemed wrong with them like they weren't used to how the world worked. "So, can you speak Japanese? Or anything really?" Tsuyu asked, catching their attention from the ribbon they had been toying with. All she got back was a vacant stare and a tilt of the head. Of course, they couldn't speak or write, this just had to be even harder. What was she going to do? She couldn't just hide an entire person in her room forever. Yet, what were the other options? She couldn't just take them back to the forest, it was dangerous. That man could be out there still. "Great..." She set her head in her hands, trying to keep the stress from getting to her too much. "Great!" They repeated with a large smile. Tsuyu knew they didn't understand the language but at least it seemed like there would be the promise of teaching them it. Tsuyu had never been good at teaching but this couldn't be that hard, right? She just had to get some baby books to start with. They could go from there about other stuff. Maybe they knew more than they could let on. "Oh...." She groaned as she leaned back, "I wonder how long until Aizawa figures out what I did."

Jiro Kyoka:

The first day of school, stressful as always. You hated trying to find your way around a new school and it was only increased when that school was U.A.! Upperclassmen were so much more threatening then they had been in any of your past school experience. They all were training to be heroes in one way or another. It was intimidating and a bit flustering at the same time. One boy had phased out of his clothes when he went through a wall halfway to talk to someone on the other side. You had no expected to see someone naked on your first day! Lunch always was the worst. During class, you were placed in a seat and didn't have to pick anything. Luckily you had made friends with a boy in your class, 1-B. No one seemed to be that trustful of him due to his quirk which they labeled as dangerous and villainous. Shinso walked with you "So, where are we going to sit?" His voice brought you out of your thoughts, the loud chattering on the cafeteria coming back to your ears. You nodded and began to walk, knowing the boy was following behind you. He was letting you pick...Why did he have to let you pick?! Your eyes scanned the large crowds, not sure where to sit. How could so many people go to one school and eat all at one time? This seemed to be a bad plan in case of an emergency. Some of your classmates were sitting together but you noticed there were no seats left. There were a few tables with one spot left but you didn't want to separate from your purple friend. He was the only person you had talked to. If you lost him, then you truly would know no one that you sat with. Your hands tightened on your tray as panic set in. You hated having to choose...Just as your chest began to feel like it was being tightened in a vice, a voice like an angel rang out. "Hey, need a place to sit?" It was a girl with short purple hair, darker than Shinso's. It bordered almost on black but next to the bird boy she was sitting by, it was easier to see the difference. It took you no less than three seconds to thank her and sit down. Shinso simply sat down next to you with that tired look on his face. You were surrounded by what you would call goth kids but you wouldn't ask for anything else. This was a miracle in your eyes, even if you didn't seem to fit into the group's aesthetic.

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