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irisintheafterglow · 10 months

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More Than It Seams (Chapter 5)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 3k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader but they do wear a dress, mentions of food/eating, mention of character death/disappearance, descriptions of wounds and blood

note: final chapter!!!! i hope you liked this lil series, it's my first time writing a longer story like this so hopefully they only get better with time :D

likes/reblogs/feedback are appreciated :) thank you for all your support <3

The click of heels against wood startles you from sleep, and you fumble around for that pair of fabric shears in a half-awake daze. Your shoulders and lower back ache from sleeping slumped against the couch, legs protesting spending the night on the floor. A gentle voice calls your name from the other side of M’s office door, patient and kind. The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but you can’t remember where you’d heard it before.

Cautiously pulling back the door, you’re met with a loungewear-clad woman, long black hair messily tied back and looking very flushed like she’d gone on a run. You take in her large, worried eyes and the pieces finally click in your exhausted brain.

“And with the establishment of this company, I hereby pledge my full support to the expansion of Quirk-related employment to all women. Congratulations, M; The Creati-Earphone Jack Agency wishes you the best in your future endeavors. -Yaoyorozu Momo”

“Hi,” she says warmly. Her slender fingers find your shoulders and she looks you up and down for injuries. “Are you two doing okay? I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to get here sooner. I received Midoriya’s message only an hour ago.”

“It’s alright, we’re doing okay; I don’t wanna speak for Shoto, but he’s been sleeping deeply for the past few hours.” A glance over your shoulder reveals his face contorted and breath shaky, like he’s having a nightmare. You’d woken up several times during the few hours you’d spent with him to find his hand desperately squeezing yours like you’d vanish if he let go, or frantically choking out your name under his breath. Now, even with Momo in the room with you, your body moves instinctually, quietly sitting beside him and taking his hand in yours, fingers intertwining naturally. His breathing calms instantly. “You’re here to take him somewhere safe, right?” Deku had mentioned something about making a call before he’d taken off to sort out the rest of whatever mission had gone awry. Like Deku, you couldn’t help wishing that you’d met the sponsor of the company under different circumstances.

Momo continues to stand in the middle of the office, watching you care for Shoto in awe. “Yes, though it looks like you’ve already got it all under control.” She gives you a knowing smile, raising her pristinely-shaped eyebrows. You laugh tiredly, shaking your head. As much as you loved being with Shoto, your body was screaming at you in need of a shower, food, water, and better rest.

A worrying thought pops into your mind. He’d said that hospitals weren’t safe, so it was fair to assume that nowhere else that would recognize him was safe, either. “You’re not planning to bring him back to his agency, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” she says adamantly as relief floods your body. “I’ll probably bring him to our apartment, and I’ll call in a few favors to make sure he recieves medical attention without alerting the press.” A moment passes while you work through what she’d said. Sudden embarrassment and confusion spread across your face as you replay what she said. Our apartment, she said. You blinked, unable to process what you were hearing. Had you been trying to win Shoto when he was already in a committed relationship?

She notices your spiraling thoughts, an equal amount of panic washing over her face while she stutters out an explanation. “Oh, no! No, no, not our apartment,” she supplies, gesturing between her and a still unconscious Shoto. Her elegant limbs flail in a rushed attempt to fix what she’d said, reminiscent of a ballerina trying to dance polka. “I mean, um, my apartment with Jiro. You know, Earphone Jack?” You nod, more pieces starting to click into place. Momo’s face has become several shades redder despite the pink of her complexion when you’d opened the door. “It’s…not something that I’d like the general public to know yet. So if you wouldn’t mind–”

“Of course. You don’t need to worry about me. I have more than enough to take care of,” you reassure her, pointing a thumb over your shoulder at the idiot on the couch. She smiles again, warm like the sunrise and radiating gratitude. Soon, she’s slinging Shoto’s arm over her shoulders and dragging him, half asleep, out the backdoor just as light starts to peek over the horizon.

“Get some rest, and thank you,” she says before disappearing into the city. “I hope to see you tonight!”

You crash onto your bed at 6:00, bloody clothes and all, only waking up briefly to deliriously explain to your roommate that it wasn’t your blood. Thankfully, she must have realized that you needed sleep more than you needed a wellness check, and you blink your eyes open naturally around 2:00 in the afternoon. Your body feels the grossest its ever been as you inspect the blood covering your clothes and sweat making your skin sticky to the touch. You take a few painkillers and stumble into the shower, relishing the warmth of the water cleaning the grime from your body.

“Oh, thank God, you’re awake,” your roommate gasps as you walk into the living room in pajamas, nonchalantly brushing your teeth for the first time in 24 hours. Her eyes run over your body anxiously, and you make a mental note to get her flowers as an apology for worrying her. “You okay?” You give her a dull thumbs up, and she laughs. “Thumbs up if you’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened last night. After you quit your job.” You grin, sticking a thumb up again before returning to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste.

The ball officially starts at 7:00, but experience taught you that many tend to arrive early to take photos without waiting in line; being at the ball by 6:00 was the wisest choice if you wanted to catch glimpses of the heroes wearing the pieces you designed before they disappeared into the crowd. By 5:30, your makeup is nearly done and you’re ready to slip into your dress when you hear your roommate call for you from the living room window.

“Hey, there’s a police car outside.” You set the curling iron down on the bathroom counter, rushing out to see what your roommate was talking about.

“What?”

“There’s an unmarked car outside.” Sure enough, an unmarked black SUV was parked on the curb outside of your apartment window, concerningly parked on the side not facing the street that only residents were supposed to be able to access.

“Maybe it’s not here for us.”

“Then why’d it pull up to the window where it knows we can see it?”

“Coincidence? I think you’re being a little too paranoid. If I was followed, someone would have kicked down our door a few hours ago.” She looks at you skeptically and you turn back to the bathroom.

“Oh, shit!” Her hand yanks your forearm back to the window, and your jaw hangs open in shock.

“Oh, shit,” you echo as Shoto steps out of the car with a garment bag over his shoulder. He spots you both gawking at the window, giving a casual half-smile and a wave of his free hand.

You don’t even ask how he found your apartment number in the first place as you throw open the front door. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

His soft smile turns into a face of bewilderment. “You’re not happy to see me?”

Your mind runs at two thousand miles per hour, imagining your job on the line because you kept the number three hero from arriving at the ball on time. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

His voice falls flat. “You’re unhappy to see me.” The disappointment on his face sends you reeling backward to try to fix it.

“No, no, God, no.” You grab his hand in both of yours, tugging him into your apartment while your roommate runs for cover. “I’m happy you’re here, I promise, but you’re supposed to be there early for photos.” You do a mindless spin in your living room, unsure of what to do about the man standing in your entryway. You catch a glimpse of your unfinished curls in the mirror and settle for returning to the bathroom, ignoring the amused smile from Shoto as he watches you hurry about.

His voice follows you into the bathroom, and he leans against the doorframe nonchalantly. “I can’t be there without my plus one, and I need some help getting dressed.” Your eyes find him in the mirror reflection, questioning why he needs your help. He sighs like a spoiled prince who didn’t want to go to court. “I’m not in the mood to explain to my team why I have a dozen fresh wounds.”

Your mouth forms a single oh in understanding, wrapping another strand of hair around the barrel of the iron. “It’s usually stylists that get heroes ready, you know. My job is just to make the clothes, not put them on you.”

“I know. I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion,” he apologizes but makes no move to leave. If anything, his mouth quirks like he’s trying to fight back a laugh.

“You’re enjoying this, you asshole,” you smile, ducking under the sink and rummaging around for the hairspray. Shoto’s pretty hand finds the edge of the counter wordlessly, protecting you from knocking your head.

“Enjoying what? Being in your company after missing it for a day? I wasn’t aware that was a crime.” His two-toned eyes shine, and you give him a single spritz of hairspray, sending him laugh-coughing as you move back into your room.

Shoto stands respectfully at the doorway of your room, waiting to be invited inside with an expectant look. “Go change in the bathroom first, then I’ll help you with the finishing touches.” His mouth opens in protest, but you beat him to an answer. “I’m aware that I’ve already seen you with no shirt, Sho. It’s different when you’re not bleeding out at 1:00 in the morning.” Rolling his eyes dramatically, he closes the bathroom door. While you wait, you finish touching up your hair and slip into your dress.

You almost cry when he leaves the bathroom, frozen in front of him. He looked incredible, the way the button-up accented his lean body and the trenchcoat swept elegantly in the back. He’d combed half of his hair back, leaving a few red strands falling on his forehead. When he turned to let you see the other side of the coat, your heart stopped as you took in the dueling cranes stretching across his back. The detail you added made it look like the design was printed, but the texture revealed that all of it was thread.

“Wow.” At first, you’d thought the word came from your mouth, but you looked to see Shoto’s jaw slack as he took in you in your dress. “You look…wow.”

You chuckle, suddenly a little bit embarrassed at how much skin you were revealing around your neck and shoulders. “You look pretty ‘wow’ too.” There it is, that stupid smirk that sends butterflies into a frenzy in your stomach. “C’mere, though. I think one of the buttons loosened while you were getting dressed.”

He lets you drag him in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of your room, and you grab a spool of white thread from your drawer. Standing in front of him, you smell his cologne again and his breath, minty and fresh. His eyes rake over your face and your body as you fight to keep your hands from shaking. It felt harder than ever to focus as you looped the thread through the buttonholes and tied it in the back, dropping the thread to maneuver the button into its hole.

His hands stop you, holding them there against his chest as you meet his eyes. “I have a confession.” His voice is a murmur meant for only you to hear. Your eyebrows raise in question to make up for the words caught in your throat. “I broke the button on purpose…and all the buttons.”

Your eyes trail down his chest, confusion setting in as you see fully intact buttons. Maybe he hit his head when Deku brought him to you.

“Not…not those.” His gaze turns down and he smiles fondly as he brushes the pad of his thumb over yours. A lightbulb goes off in the back of your mind, and you look at him, stunned.

"No."

"Yes."

“All those visits to the office?”

“On purpose.”

Your heart slams against your ribcage and your mouth struggles to create coherent words. “But why?

“Because I wanted to see you.” He looks down at you like you are all the lights in the sky. "All I've wanted is just to see you."

"And here I am."

"And there you are."

“So you still were interested even after I made that dumb thumb joke the first day?” You huff out a laugh to relieve some of the tension in your chest, and he grins at you.

“Especially after that.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. He was so close, close enough that you could…

“Can I–”

“Please.”

You’re barely able to nod before he pulls you in, pressing your lips against his. He kisses you sweetly, hands finding your hips and your arms settling around his neck. You fiddle with the hair at the base of his neck and he hums into your mouth, rubbing his nose against yours as he pulls away. He leaves a feather-light kiss on your forehead and your eyes flutter close, leaning into the gentleness of his touch.

You sigh, head tilting to check the clock on your nightstand. He groans when you look at him, silently telling him you both have to go and you can’t help beaming. “I know. As much as I also want more–”

“I have to show off your craftsmanship first,” he finishes.

His hand finds a home on your thigh during the entire ride to the ball, absentmindedly tracing circles with his fingers on the silk of your dress. You realize that kissing him was unlocking a part of Shoto he’d previously shut off purposefully, giving you a chance to back out if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. But now, since you’d made your feelings clear minutes before, you found that there wasn’t a time when part of him wasn’t touching you. His hand was on your thigh in the car; his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you stepped out; his fingers firmly intertwined with yours as he guided you through swarms of cameras. Before you have to go separate ways so he could pose for pictures, he squeezes your hand and shoots you a thumbs-up. You give him a thumbs up back and steer around the backdrop of the red carpet.

“Oh, you’re here.” A high-pitched, shrewd voice you’d only heard for the past weeks in your nightmares cuts through the sounds of camera shutters and interview chatter. You pivot on your heel, face to face with M. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here considering the shitshow of an office you’ve been running in my absence.”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “What are you talking about?”

“My phone has been blowing up lately with agencies calling my number. My personal number! Of course, I haven’t answered any of them because I’m on leave. But that just goes to show how well you’re running the business,” she says, giving you a conniving smile. “I can’t say that I’m not disappointed. All these years and you still haven’t learned anything about running a company.” You’re speechless, and your gaze falls on her pregnant belly. “Oh, her? Yeah, she’s not supposed to come for another four months, so I’ll have to leave again, but not with you in charge.”

Frustration wells up in your eyes and throat, threatening to spill over and confirm to M that you’re too weak to run a business. She had zero idea what you’d been doing these past two weeks, cleaning up her mess and carrying her slack on your shoulders all without her industry contacts that did most of the hard work for her. If you weren’t in public, the back of your hand would already be finding the side of her foundation-caked face.

“Love?” A gentle, familiar hand finds the small of your back as Shoto’s voice registers in your ears. All of his focus is on you and only you, not even a breath directed in M’s direction. Your boss is rooted to the floor in astonishment, and you watch in real-time as she puts on her entrepreneurial mask, sticking out her hand and introducing herself with fake diplomacy.

“My friends would like to meet the designer of their pieces,” he says evenly to you, seemingly unaware of M’s presence.

“I–”

“That would be me! So nice to meet you Todoroki. My name is M.” She shoves her arm out further, and you recoil backward. Shoto’s eyes flick over to her for a second, then return to you as you give him the faintest shake of your head.

He makes a great deal out of looking at M’s still-extended hand and her strained smile. “Why should I care to know you?” Brilliantly acted confusion paints his handsome features and you bite down the urge to laugh. You cut M off before she can reply.

“She’s my former boss, Shoto.” She whirls on you, red spreading across her face.

“Former?”

“Mhmm. I’m quitting.” Shoto mirrors your smirk and mouths a satisfied let’s leave, snaking his arm around your waist.

“You can’t quit,” M hisses to your back. “You need me. You won't make it in this industry without someone like me.”

“No, M. You need me, and I’m done with you.” You leave her trembling with rage, and Shoto pulls you closer to his body as he notices your fingers shaking from adrenaline. Looking up at him, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “What the fuck did I just do?”

“You freed yourself.”

“But the clients–”

“Are all right here,” he says, gesturing to the lineup of beautifully-dressed heroes standing around a cocktail table that cheers and smiles when they notice you approach.

Momo snatches Jiro’s hand, pulling her to meet you in her extravagant gown and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You’re hit with a wall of expensive perfume and Jiro looks kindly at you, nodding in understanding as your nose scrunches from the strong scent. Deku looks relieved to see you both, bouncing on his heels excitedly as he takes in Shoto’s more-than-friend proximity to you. Bakugo gives you a curt nod, and you swear you hear a small apology for last year under his breath. Sero, Mina, and Kirishima introduce themselves as well, singing your praises for the amazingly crafted pieces they wear. In the midst of all of this, Shoto settles at your side, poking his thumb up as you ease into this new life, this new life with him.

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wistfully-wisteria · 25 days

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𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 (ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ) "ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ?"

PROHERO AU [f][a]

SUMMARY: You knew what you were signing yourself up for when you chose the life of a pro hero–and you loved it. Or at least, you thought you did. But when you're called to make a sacrifice for Japan that you imagined part of the job, you begin realizing how much you love your life–and the people–outside of it, too.

BACKGROUND: You're Kirishima Eijiro's little sister, and hence, his best friend, Bakugo Katsuki, adopts a protective relationship with you. Despite being the eighth pro hero in Japan, you are relatively unknown to the public eye–including number one hero, Midoriya Izuku.

Main pairing(s): Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Word count: .8k

WARNINGS: suicide mission, depressing themes, etc.

You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves as you rest your sweaty palms on the large, heavy metal doors. Closing your eyes, you exhale a final calming sigh, and with a firm push, you send the oversized doors swinging inward. "L/n Y/n," You declare confidently, briskly entering the room, taking long strides. "Pro hero 'Scribble.' " You stop as you reach the end of the long, oval table, and quickly scan the room.

"Ah. Miss Scribble. Please, take a seat."

Your eyes widen as they land on two figures more than you were expecting, disregarding his invitation to sit. "I was unaware there would be others here today, sir." You state transparently, gaze locking with that of the HSPC's acting president. "I was under the impression this conversation was something... not meant for prying eyes."

A small scoff drags your attention back to the cocked eyebrow of the ash blonde boy you had grown to know too well. "You're kidding." Disrespectful and entitled as ever, his scornful tone is accompanied by his legs strewn carelessly upon the pristine table. His eyes seem to size you up. He had, of course, done this countless times before–but this time felt differ; weariness and pity now in the depths of his eyes. "She's not right for this."

"Right for what?" You frown. You hadn't been told what was so confidential–only that it was of the upmost importance.

Your question remained unanswered as the hot-tempered boy brought his feet harshly swing down, his hard glare finally shifting to the man sitting directly across the table from you. "No. I won't."

"Won't what?"

Again, they do not respond. "Why not? Do you disagree that she would be the perfect fit? Think about this, Dynamight. Do not let your personal life get in the way of what you know is right."

You begin to bristle. They have not so much as looked your way since you got here.

Wait–that's not true.

He hasn't looked anywhere but your way, you note.

Green hair, freckles, doe eyes.

He looks young. Innocent. Too much so to be somewhere like here.

Too much so to be who you know he must be.

"What sets her apart from the rest?" The boy speaks, emerald eyes not leaving yours, staring with great, earnest intrigue. And yet, again, in the forests that are his eyes, you find pity. "What is her quirk?"

"Inkw-" You begin.

"Eighth hero Scribble possesses the quirk Inkwell. Secreted by glands in her fingertips, her ink can be brought to life when drawn with." He reads from–a file of you? Seriously? "Bound by the law, she cannot legally create paper currency, but anything other, from her ink, may be created by her and only her. Similar to that of Ms. Creati–however since she need not burn her own fat to utilize her quirk, less holds her back."

Invasion of privacy.

"Eighth?" Japan's top hero mumbles. His eyes finally leave yours as they dart around the room anxiously. "She would be rather well suited." He says, returning to normal volume. "You can't deny that much."

"You want to bet, Deku? No."

"Kacch-"

"If you wish to speak of me as if I'm not here, I'll leave." You announce, officially done with taking the disrespect. "But if you want something of me, my storming out will not help your odds."

All three pairs of eyes dart to you, a smirk playing on the lips of a certain smug boy.

"I suppose there's no point in debating this matter if she may not agree to it anyway." Mr. number one acknowledges, biting his lip.

A long- painfully so- sigh escapes the lips of the president as he massages his temples, and you swear you can hear his teeth grinding. "Alright then, Ms. Scribble." He motions again for me to sit–and coupled by the finality in his tone, you obey.

The screech of the chair resounds almost ominously through the brightly lit room as you finally take your seat; almost like a warning.

"On behalf of the Hero Public Safety Commission, I am here to present forth to you your next mission."

You snort. "Awful extravagant for just another mission briefing."

The laugh isn't returned.

"Let me be clear, Ms. Scribble." His eyes are flint hard. "This is not 'just another mission briefing.' Anything said, done, or shown hero, is never to leave these walls. Understood?"

You hesitate, your eyes scanning the room for someone you can trust. They find those of your brother's best friend–hold eye contact; search for the truth in his eyes.

You can't tell just whether the drowning sensation is from him challenging you to say yes–or begging you to say no.

In the end, it's the earnest sincerity in his eyes that convinces you.

You tear your eyes away, and for the second time in the past ten minutes, you find yourself closing your eyes.

You let out a calming exhale.

"Understood."

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jujutsukgojo · 3 months

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Heat of the island

“How’d he die, (Y/n)?” Katsuki asks for the last time.

The last time for all of them.

There is something in the air. A sharpness to the quality that just doesn’t sit right. It is past tension and disbelief. Whatever it is, it’s off-putting and confusing. Something isn’t right and you may be the only one to notice it.

And that’s terrifying being among heroes.

A/N: i dont own bnha. tried to edit this the best i could. it's not the best but it'll work tw: plane crash, minor character death, allergies. reader x deku, reader x shouto

“Is everyone clear on the proper procedure?” You ask with your most professional voice.

“She’s acting like she doesn’t know us.” You point to the “whisperers” who are huddled together rather than listening to your instruction. “I do know you unfortunately, which is why I’m asking if you understand.”

Kaminari cackles and Kirishima rubs the back of his neck and mutters an apology. Mina jumps up with Ochako and Tsu, singing a tune about a fabulous vacation. Momo smiles sweetly and encourages it. It’s a wonder how they got through school like this, honestly.

Rolling your eyes, you go to the cockpit. Normally, you would take one of your bigger aircrafts when sporting this many people. It's just Ol’ Betty, your beautiful creation, is your flight of choice today. She wanted to fly again since it’s been a hot minute.

When you were a student in U.A., you worked tirelessly on a plane. A plane that would be safe, light, and secure. One built for speed and is amphibious too. No matter how many times Power Loader told you to make anything other than Betty, and how people made fun of her look, you were determined to finish her. Her mixed pieces of old junk metal, mix matched parts and seats, made her unique and familiar.

Finally, she was born in the nick of time. Right when Shigaraki attacked U.A. and the defenses crashed, it was you who gathered people into Betty and her attachments. She took off like lightning to Shitesku. It was your own version of heroism. Perhaps this is why these heroes trust you so much with Betty. Although she was made by your own hands, she is the best of the best. No other plane was up for the job to transport so many people yet there you and Betty were, ready, willing, and able.

You sit down and nod to your co-pilot, Jay. The plane comes to life and drives. Seconds later, she’s in the air she was made for.

“You sure are eating a lot of those.” Jay continues to eat his fifth bag of peanuts. “They’re good.”

“Honey roasted?” You ask.

“How’d you know?” You side eye him. “’Cause they’re mine punk, slow down on them.”

Jay smacks his lips and continues to eat them with one hand. You’ve known Jay since before you got your license. He was in General Studies, wanting to be a pilot. He sought you out for you to train him. Ever since then, he’s been your right hand. Jay was taking notes on how to create a Betty of his own, even though he criticized every little thing you did. To this day you want to smack the shit out of him.

“It’s okay, though. It's fair since I ate your Debbie’s.” He shrieks. “You ate my Little Debbie’s?”

You hum in response with a grin on your face. “I just love Zebra Cakes.”

“You motherfucker. I can’t have nothing nice.” He pouts and rolls his eyes at you. You laugh at him, just enjoying the ride.

The heroes you are carrying, Uravity, Deku, Dynamite, Pinky, Chargebolt, Creati, Red Riot, Froppy, Anima, and Shouto, are all relaxing and enjoying the ride. Shouto, as you suspected, is asleep the moment the flight started. Katsuki relaxes by the window at first until Izuku starts to excitedly talk about their vacation. The girls sing together and Denki dances in his seat, slightly scaring Koda who just wants to land already. Lastly, there is Eijiro who’s just trying to survive.

All these crazy ass people aboard your precious child. Thankfully, it doesn’t require gasoline like regular, old fashioned planes. No, your baby is charged up with energy and her own determination to go and get them away from you and to their vacation.

“Where are we headed anyway?” You show your co-pilot an island just west of Japan. It should be no more than a few hours flight if that long. With your experience of flying this way, it will be a breeze if everything cooperates, which no doubt it will. Betty is a speed loving machine that has never failed.

“They’re going on vacation. It’s our job to get them there and celebrate when they leave,” You poke your friend on the shoulder and whisper, “And preferably leave with a couple of drinks.”

Setting the course, you put on auto-pilot and pat Jay. “I’ll be back I have to use the bathroom.” In just a few minutes you are out of the bathroom and face your passengers.

“Pilot?” You turn to see Izuku shyly say your nickname that was given to you in high school. “Thanks for the ride.” A slight blush paints his cheeks. He looks away not wanting you to see it. The big guy practically takes up the doorway.

When you two met, you were in high school. You in the support department and him in the hero course. While he usually went to Mei for gear, you were visited for more flight-based items. Once Izuku triggered his Float, he was a client of yours too. Especially when he discovered that you were quirkless. Throughout U.A. it was only the two of you who were quirkless. Moreso you than him given One For All. Nevertheless, the coincidence of quirklessness gave a sense of camaraderie between the two of you.

Growing up with him for three years you got to see the many changes in his body. By the third year, he grew over a foot if not more. Now in the mid-twenties, his muscles are proportionate to his height. He still has his green curls but they’re shorter with an undercut now. His green eyes are still very round and big while his freckles are still prominent on his cheeks.

Honestly, it’s insane how much he’s changed physically. Izuku Midoriya is a man now. A deep voiced man that is so shy around you. Deep inside, he’s still a little nerd.

“My pleasure Izuku.” He turns beat red at the sound of his first name. After all this time he’s still blushing from it. You’ve never been one to call others by their last name. Hell, the teachers at U.A. don’t even get that treatment. You’ll never forget Shouta’s face whenever you called him that. His hair stood up and eyes glowed red and not by his quirk.

Though nothing could top Izuku’s reaction. Steam came out of his ears so much that you thought his poor head would pop off. “T-t-tanks-I mean thanks!”

Not giving up the chance to mess with him, you press it. “Well, how could it not be my pleasure to fly the number one hero.” You tease. Izuku wants to cover his face so badly.

Without the need of a mind reading quirk, you can hear the ‘You’re a hero, Izuku! You’ve faced tougher than this! You’re a man now, not a kid.’

When he first became a hero, you caught him telling himself that. Ever since then you’ve just known when he was saying it. You can admit that he’s cute. Hell, maybe not cute as much as handsome. He straightens up and stares at you dead on, ready to say something. “ Deku! You’re acting like Mineta, you little-”

“Don’t be mad because you're still on the ‘Pilot’ level, Katsuki. He’s got first name privileges.” You yell over Izuku’s shoulder. “I do?”

“Yep! It’s okay, Izuku.” You squeeze his callous, large hand. “Go on sit down. This is a safety hazard.”

“It is?!” Mina asks. “ Yes, it is miss . You’d know this if y’all listened!” It isn’t anymore at least. Not since you’ve taken off and have been in the air for a while. It's an innocent lie to get them to calm down.

You take off back to the cockpit, pushing back the red curtains for just a moment. Teenage you didn’t think about a door, okay? So the curtains stay for now.

Deciding not to check if Betty is on track, you instead lean back and enjoy the ride. Betty is on autopilot anyway. Nothing is going to go wrong.

With the singing and laughing in the back, the quiet sound of your own song, you don’t realize that this is the last bit of happiness and that you should have been more observant of your surroundings.

Suddenly, the sky is flushed with a dark blue that morphs into a stormy grey. Clouds are fluffy and reveal some streaks of light in their creases. There hasn’t been any noise yet. Nevertheless, the image itself is telling. There is a deep, eerie feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Thunderstorm? There were no reports today...”

Before the ride, you checked everything to see how the air would be. Nothing showed that this should be happening. It was forecast that it would be a mild day. However, random storms can occur. Nothing is ever set.

Mina’s shouting is the clearest of them all. “What’s wrong with the plane!”

The turbulence is always scary for passengers. You grab the speaker and say beautiful words. “Please shut up. It's just a thunderstorm.”

“Are we going to die?!” You roll your eyes. Turbulence is scary but not concerning. It happens all the time.

“Denki, please shut up. No one is going to die. It's just a storm. We've been through worse.” You hang up the mic and continue on. It is weird that this happened so suddenly. There wasn’t any indication either. It was just a sudden darkness that washed against the sky after what seemed like a wave of blue. It kind of reminded you of an actual ocean wave.

“It’s fine. Nothing you haven’t been through before, (Y/n).”

Minutes pass with ease and only the slightest turbulence. Jay has been suspiciously quiet for a while. “Probably asleep, knowing him.”

Poking him, you call him. “Jay, how’d you expect to get to this level if you’re sleeping?”

He’s turned away from you. All you can see is the back of his head and the collar of his jacket high up on his neck, close to his cheeks. Pushing him now, you see him clearly when his face turns to you. His face has a tinge of blue and it’s swollen.

You scream at the top of your lungs.

“Jay? Jay?! Jay!” You shake him. What the hell is going on?! He was just fine minutes ago! You continue to shake him and call his name. It takes a moment for everything to dawn on you. The coldness of his skin finally wakes you up. It all starts to make sense. The peanuts, the silence, the equipment, the storm, all of it. You look at the screens again. No fucking wonder, it's because you’re off course. Jay was never sleeping. As he was suffering at some point, he must have messed with the controls on accident when you weren’t here.

He isn’t sleeping. Jay is swollen and blue and has crusted tears. Calling and crying his name isn’t waking him up. He’s not breathing.

His seatbelt is off at the worst time. A particularly strong turbulence interrupts your cries for your friend. The bounce of the plane is so strong that it moves his body on top of the dash. Tears stream down your face.

“Jay, I love you. But move your dead body!”

You push him off to control the plane again. Again, a blue color surrounds the sky that doesn’t look natural. It looks like a light almost. “Pilot? What’s going on?”

Izuku rushes to you only to see you crying, trying to get control of the plane and Jay on the ground, motionless.

“I didn’t even know. He had a check up! I-he pushed-he's cold! Check on him, please! ”

This can’t be happening. For some reason, the plane isn’t cooperating. In all of your experience, nothing like this has ever happened. The plane is refusing to steer correctly. Checking your equipment, you can see from your end that everything is fine. As a pilot, you need to take responsibility, yes. You shouldn’t have been negligent. But, at this moment, it feels as if the plane is being pulled down.

Izuku doesn’t know what’s happening here, but what is so painfully obvious is that the plane is about to crash. No matter how much you try to lift it, Betty refuses to raise up.

How could this have happened? How? Jay doesn’t have a peanut allergy! He had a check up recently and ate peanuts all the time before. It had been a while, but honey roasted was his favorite! Maybe it’s not peanuts? It could have been anything, right?

You killed him.

What else could have done him in?

Jay, Jay, Jay! He's so cold too. You are the one who bought the peanuts. You watched him eat them. You are the one who wasn't paying attention.

“Izuku, go sit down!”

“I can’t, (Y/n).” Before questioning why, he leans in and says, “My danger sense is going off.”

There’s a flash of lightning and the rain is pouring so hard it’s pounding. The lights are going crazy as the plane continues to bounce from the strange force and your will to control it.

Deep inside of your gut you feel it too. The plane dodges the strikes of lightning. Usually, you’d be able to navigate a storm and planes wouldn’t have to worry about dodging. However, this storm is drastically different. It’s not natural, you can feel it. Can Izuku?

“Obviously! We’re going down! Just try to sit your ass down.”

Finally, you see a small strip of land, an island. You could try to continue to fly through this or land until it gets better. Another wash of blue comes for the plane right as lightning strikes brightly. Your head begins to hurt, you feel dizzy and confused. A sharp chill runs up your spine and makes your hair stand up. For some reason your eyes can’t seem to focus on anything.

You push the special landing gear. Izuku wraps his large body around you, purely on instinct. Stretching your arm to push one more button and the yoke, you somehow, among all the chaos and heartbreak, are actually managing to land the plane.

The plane dives as you say, and the blessed features come out in time. Along with the average plane safety features, you installed a soft pad that lightens the plane before impact and if need be, floats in water. A parachute deploys and sends a bright flare into the sky. Cushions envelope the passengers to brace for impact. All these features were put in when you were a teen. They were random and some were based on heroes. Power Loader would roll his eyes at it until he saw it work when All For One and Shigaraki tried to take it down. Every passenger on board was completely safe.

After that, no one ever made fun of Betty. Funny how far you and Betty have fallen. Literally.

Strong arms tighten around you, Izuku pushes himself in front of you. With one last effort, you stretch your hand higher. “Iz-uku! One more .”

Screaming, your finger finally presses the button for nearby pilots, authorities, and radios for help. There is a good chance that it won't work. Nevertheless, Betty was going down by this mysterious storm and you can swear that there’s something pulling her down.

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You wake up first. By the time that happens, the sun is shining brightly, and the heat is horrible. Tremendously sweating, it gets worse when Izuku becomes a boa constrictor and squeezes you. Your face smashes into his chest. “Izuku, please...” You gasp.

Moving slightly, your mouth comes to face his neck. Heavily breathing, you bite his neck. He wakes up with a hiss. “W-what?”

“Wake up, please.” A whisper is enough to make him alert. Izuku pops up and looks around. Somehow, he’s completely intact despite using himself as a cushion for you. His green eyes study you. His hands roam over your body to look for any wounds.

“Are you okay? Can you see me?” You nod and prop yourself up. “Slow down, slow down, Pilot.”

Groaning, you tell him you’re alright but you’re not sure about everyone else. “A cushion should’ve deployed. We have to go check though.”

As Izuku holds you up, Jay’s body lay behind him. “Huh?” Izuku looks behind him.

“What?” You try to see what he is staring at, but Izuku shuts that down.

“Sh, sh, don’t look. Don’t look.” Izuku holds your face towards him and leads you away. Your eyes burn and lip wobbles. It’s a surprise when lips touch your head.

You don’t even think about that. Who cares? Jay is gone. Betty crashed. The passengers may be gone for all that’s known. Where are you? The course was set, and the sky was clear. No storm came up on your reports and equipment. Not even a hint of a formation.

Jay, oh Jay. What did you do?

Why are you blaming him, you who bought the peanuts? You who didn’t check on him. Some friend you are. You killed him. You should’ve known what was happening. You swallow hard at the nausea. You whisper so quietly, Izuku doesn’t hear you. “God help me...” Help Jay, help everyone.

Everyone is safe, as far as you can see. The cushions on their chairs safely encased them. The seatbelts are wrapped around their body. You give a sigh of relief that there isn't a gory sight.

Walking to the first aid kit, you get the scanner that checks not only their temperature, but also any wounds they may carry. It is something Recovery Girl gave you when you helped at U.A.’s fortress all those years ago. You press it to Koda’s forehead then bring it down.

“97, sore throat?” That never happens with Koda. As long as you have known him, he has always made sure to care for his throat. Hell, Momo relishes that he comes to her for tea and honey. Then again, the sore throat could have been from him screaming, if he even did.

The news that he was generally okay feels like a heavy weight’s been lifted. That news alone is not able to completely release the guilt and heartache, however. There is still so much that needs to be done, to be figured out, to be buried.

“Katsuki, 98, no injuries.”

His usual, if you remember, is at least 105 or so. It always ranged whenever he used his quirk recently. That tends to happen for all of those who have fire-based quirks. Out of curiosity, you press your finger to his palm. The callous skin is cooler than it usually is. In fact, his hands are completely dry as well. There is not a hint of moisture.

You go through all of them except Shouto, whose eyes have opened. He rubs the back of his head and looks around confused. Each seemed relatively normal and with little to no injuries. The oddities are how their usual care is opposite, like how Koda’s throat is sore and how Katsuki’s palms are cooled down.

At least they’re okay.

This whole thing is surreal. Nothing about what happened makes sense given how sudden it was and yet, everything is okay. Almost as if it never happened. Like the rush of a blue hue wasn’t there or the feel of the pull was imaginary.

“Izuku, face me.” He reads at a normal temperature with only a few bruises and exhaustion. “Did you check yourself?”

“I’m fine. Isn’t it weird that everything is okay? And they’re reading the opposite of what they usually are?”

“It could be faulty. You still need to be checked at least.”

“Even though it’s faulty?” Izuku rolls his eyes and reaches for the device.

Steps are heard then. “Here, I'll do it.” A barely cool right hand presses the device at your head. Shouto used to help with Recovery Girl with you when U.A. was a fortress. He felt that it was his duty because of the destruction Dabi caused. With you being in the support course, you had also taken up a few tips and tricks with Recovery Girl. Following her around and learning led you to be a big help during the wars and the fortress.

You taught Shouto everything he knows. Does he remember it? Probably not, the spacey brat.

“A mild concussion.” Well damn. “Are you sure, Shouto?”

Izuku looks at the device too. “We have to sit her down.” Izuku agrees and helps you sit at one of the passenger seats. “I’m so sorry, Pilot. I should’ve done better,” You pet his hand that rests on your shoulder.

“Watch her while I go check everything out.” He reluctantly leaves but knows you are safe in Shouto’s hands.

You take the device and move Shouto’s hair so you can place it directly on Shouto’s forehead. “I need two.”

“I know, this is just to check something. 98.” You place it on both sides of his forehead, only to get the same results.

This is off. Usually, a fire based user will run warm and an ice user runs cold. In Shouto’s case, if he hasn’t used his quirk and is fine, the device should read ERR. It is normal to have to put two scanners on his head just to read what his temperatures are in case he isn’t alright. You remember the first time having to do a little math on him when he became sick.

Never has he ever been a normal human temperature. “I could just be off, Y/n.”

“Or the device is? It's hot out, so Katsuki's palms should be sweating a ton. And shouldn't we all be a little warmer because of the heat? But none of that is happening.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. It's right about you. You don't look too good.” He grabs it from you and tosses it to another chair. You put your head in your hands.

“Nothing feels real.” He rubs your arms. He’s always been very comforting and awkward. “What happened?”

It takes a few moments to remember everything, which you feel isn’t much. He nods as you tell of the random storm and how Jay is dead. “I feel like there’s more, though.”

“Well, the injury is minor. You'll be better in a day at most."

Aggravated noises come from behind Shouto. “What the fuck just happened?!”

Katsuki walks towards his friend (who he still won’t admit is his friend). “Where the hell is she!”

“I’m here, Katsuki.” Shouto stands when you give yourself away. “What the hell is going on? What the fuck did you do?”

“It was an accident.” Katsuki gets into Shouto’s face. “Yeah? By whose account? I know you can’t believe her.”

You understand he’s scared. It’s expected. But to think you’d endanger them on purpose is hurtful. Shouto defends you every step of the way. “Ask Midoriya then if you don’t believe. He was with her.”

The blond leaves with heavy stomping. “Deku!”

Shouto squats in front of you. “It’s going to be okay, Pilot.”

“I don’t understand this at all.” You truly don’t. And neither does Shouto, you think.

No more than an hour later, everyone is up and outside. The heat is slowly becoming worse, and the air is too dry. The sand is doing nothing to help. The waves carry on in the background, doing little to overpower the loud complaints from everyone.

Mina is screaming that she can’t use her quirk. Eijrou can barely harden, Katsuki gives the saddest explosions that cause him pain, Koda can only get a bird’s attention, this is the same trend for everyone. What is worse is that Izuku can only feel the embers of One For All and gave you a hurt expression when discovered. As if you had taken it from him.

Painful, absolutely painful.

As the sun beats down on everyone, you swear you can see a sheer blue tint around you. It graces ever so slightly on their skin. The same color lays all around you. The ground, the abundant trees, Betty, even the waves as much as you can tell. You want to voice your thoughts, but the situation at hand doesn’t call for it.

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The heroes start to calm down. Momo, as usual, begins to plan for shelter from the heat. Koda and Eijrou immediately run around for anything of use. It isn’t until Mina asks a question does everybody stop.

“Where’s Jay?” Mina asks. As the hour passed, your head began to get better. You inform everyone of a much clearer picture than you had told Shouto. How you found him, how the dash acted off, everything.

Mina gasps. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. His face was swollen and his body was blue when I got there. It must’ve been the peanuts! What else could it have been, y’know? He was completely fine when I left for the bathroom.” You sniffle.

“Allergies can develop at any age. Even later in life so it’s not impossible, Pilot.” Denki reassures. You rub your face with your hands. Katsuki leaves to go into the plane’s controls to check on him. “There’s always hope, you know.” Eijrou says as he rubs your shoulder.

“It doesn’t feel real. None of it does. How could this have happened? He just had a checkup. Everything was on the up and up. How did this happen?"

“It never does feel right. There is never a good answer, either.” You nod and lean into the touch of the large red headed man.

“Huh, what’d she say about Jay?” Katsuki calls. You yell back your answer, completely confused. Suddenly, he appears with Jay. Jay, who doesn’t look at all as you described. Gasping, you run to him. Instead, he...looks normal.

Completely fine. Inside you is a delicate flower of hope blooms. Did you see wrong? Is he just sleeping? Could it have been a horrifying illusion?

“Oh my God. Jay? Jay!” Katsuki holds him out. You lightly tap his face. Abandoning the taps, you go on to slight shakes.

Your friend is still dead as a cold doorknob. The flower that tried to blossom is crushed to dust, as if Tomura himself had reached his hand and touched your chest. “What really happened, L/n.”

L/n. He hasn’t called you that since your first meeting when you were fifteen. As they study Jay, everyone gets increasingly confused.

He repeats his question as a whisper that only you two hear. “I swear-”

Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t believe you.

“I-I swear, okay? Izuku can testify that I'm not lying. Jay was swollen and everything. The swelling must’ve gone down.”

“And the color?” His face is still accusatory. “I don’t know, I don’t know! I can’t think of anything else that would cause it.” Tsu puts her finger on her chin. “Is that possible? If that’s the case, then maybe it fumes that killed him?”

“What fumes,” Shouto comes to look at Jay. “Can cause this?”

You shrug. ��I didn’t smell any.”

“But if he was blue, can people become unblue?” Denki squints as he inspects your friend’s body. “How’d he die, (Y/n)?” Katsuki asks for the last time.

The last time for all of them.

And that’s terrifying being among heroes.

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“They’re supposed to be here by now.” Shouta Aizawa leans back in his chair with a beer in his hand. Going to the island for vacation wasn’t his idea or something he was looking forward to, but damn is he glad he went. With the beautiful sandy floor, the fresh breeze and beautiful waves, all of it is gorgeous. The lagoon to his right where his colleagues frolic around to the sky where the birds roam free.

Paradise.

Tenya rubs sunscreen on his arms. “Sensei?” He asks as he puts out the lotion towards the hero. “I’m not your teacher anymore, kid.”

His old class have grown tremendously. Iida, or should he say, Ingenium, is one of the most in demand heroes. His speed is unrivaled even by One For All. Iida has grown to save all of those in his path, making not only his old teacher proud but his brother as well.

Iida’s still a stick in the mud though. And he still does those robot hands for some reason.

“Haha, I know. At least officially you aren’t. But trust, Aizawa-sensei, we’ll always see you that way.”

Rolling his eye, he takes the bottle from the former class president. It is seconds later that Hitoshi, who Shouta can consider his own protégé, comes up to them and informs them that they have lost contact with your plane a little over an hour ago with a parting message that is nearly impossible to understand due to the static.

Shouta jumps up with a poorly concealed worried look. If you can go down, something is terribly wrong. There is no way a renowned pilot like yourself can crash just randomly.

It must be a villain. There is no other explanation.

“Where’s the radio?”

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #todoroki shouto x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #had this in my drafts for over a year #q #my writing

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MHA Masterlist

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= not exactly smut but not appropriate for under 16

Class 1-A

[Izuku Midoriya||Deku]

[Katsuki Bakugou||Lord Explosion Murder||Ground Zero||Dynamight]

[Oneshots]

!#Birds of a feather

[Blurbs]

#Pro-hero!Bakugou who needs you as his house wife(16+) X

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!bakusquad ft. Denki, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Shoto Todoroki]

[Eijiro Kirishima||Red Riot]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Denki, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Denki Kaminari||Chargebolt]

[Blurbs]

#Bsf!Denki(16+)

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Tenya Iida||Ingenium]

[Hanta Sero||Cellophane]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Mina(16+) X

[Hitoshi Shinso||Mindjack]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad Pt. 2 ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, & Mina(16+)

[Ochako Uraraka||Uravity]

[Momo yaoyorozu||Creati]

[Mina Ashido||Alien Queen||Pinky]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Sero(16+) X

[Kyoka Jiro||Earphone Jack]

[Tsuyu Asui||Froppy]

The Big Three

[Mirio Togata||Lemillion]

[Tamaki Amajiki||Suneater]

[Nejire Hado||Nejire Chan]

Pro Heroes

[Yagi Toshinori||All Might]

[Enji Todoroki||Endeavor]

[Takami Keigo||Hawks]

[Shouta Aizawa||Eraserhead]

[Yamada Hizashi||Present Mic]

[Kan Sekijiro||Vlad King]

[Taishiro Toyomitsu||Fat Gum]

[Nemuri Kayama||Midnight]

[Rumi Usagiyama||Mirko]

[Ryuko Tatsuma||Ryukyu]

[Yu Takeyama||Mt. Lady]

Villains

[Tomura Shigaraki||Tenko Shimura||Tenko]

[Touya Todoroki||Dabi]

[Blurbs]

#Random Dabi blurb

[Jin Bubaigawara||Twice]

[Atsuhiro Sako||Mr. Compress]

[Kai Chisaki||Overhaul]

[Himiko Toga]

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Thankfully Together MHA Ships/Writing Sparks for Nov.

I usually write character x reader plots, but I wanted to do some short posts for character x character pairings (that I ship). I'm going to attempt to do a different ship every day for the entire month of November (30 ships at the least though I may do more if I finish early). I'm currently short 3 ships.

I'd also be really interested in hearing what MxF character ships you guys would like to see, especially since I'm short 3 ships. If I get the time, or maybe for December, I'll focus on other people's ships.

If you want to use my list, by all means go ahead! Just send me the link(s) to whatever you write because I definitely want to read what you do with it! ^^

And without further adieu, my ships...adding links to this as I finish the one-shots, so this will be a sort of masterlist. Male x Female Ship Ship Name Prompt Idea

Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Ochaco Uraraka (Uravity) Izuco - I think this sounds adorable Super sweet vanilla, first time shenanigans, cuteness overload.

Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Eishido or Eijido - kind of sounds like a martial arts name Feigning bravery, energetic, positive, partner oriented.

Mashirao Ojiro (Tailman) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible Girl) Mashiru or Toro Kind of shy but definitely curious.

Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt) x Kyoka Jiro (Earphone Jack) Deka or Kyoki They strive to please each other but also battle for dominance.

Shoto Todoroki (Shoto) x Momo Yaoyorozu (Creati) Shomo - sho mo of those cute ships lol Traditional courtship to formal proposal and marriage.

Hanta Sero (Cellophane) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Hanna or Mita Party kids, kind of chaotic and wild without breaking rules.

Yuga Aoyama (Can't Stop Twinkling) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible GIrl) Yuru or To...ga - Yu ru the world Toga! xD Self doubt and insecurities. I want a blindfold.

Tenya Iida (Ingenium) x Mei Hatsume Tenei or Meiya Partners in profession and life.

Neito Monoma (Phantom Thief) x Itsuka Kendo (Battle Fist) Neika or Itsuto She fell in love while keeping him in line.

Fumikage Tokoyami (Tsukuyomi) x Ibara Shiozaki (Vine) Fumira or Ibakage - personally like Fumira Mutual corruption. She saves, he curses.

Katsuki Bakugo (Dynamight) x Setsuna Tokage (Lizardy) Katsuna or Setsuki Two powerful people get horny basically.

Mezo Shoji (Tentacole) x Pony Tsunotori (Rocketti) Meny or Pozo - Meny reasons to love this ship Size difference and cute cuddles.

Koji Koda (Anima) x Kinoko Komori (Shemage) Koko Animals eat mushrooms and Kinoko likes being appreciated.

Rikido Sato (Sugarman) x Reiko Yanagi (Emily) Rikiko Baking together, more than just bread. ;P

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki Enei - enabling...? Enji gives Rei control for a night.

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Fuyumi Todoroki Keimi He was spying on Endeavor, she was silently rebelling.

Natsuo Todoroki x Melissa Shield Natssa - kind of makes me think of Natasha Romanov He's a programmer who foes to work with a machine specialist.

Kosei Tsuburaba (Tsuburaba) x Tsuyu Asui (Froppy) Koyu or Tsusei - Tsu sei call her Tsu x'D He's not sure how to feel about that tongue.

Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi x Shino Sosaki (Mandalay) Naono Two leaders who relax with each other.

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head) x Ryuko Tsuchikawa (Pixie-Bob) Shoko or Ryuta Her clock is ticking and he likes desperate women...and cats.

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods) x Yu Takeyama (Mountain Lady) Shiyu or Yuji She gets on his nerves but he loves her. They support each other.

Masaru Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo Maki or Mitsuru - I like them both Twist on traditional male/female household.

Hizashi Nishiya (Present Mic) x Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) Hizami or Emishi Similar chaotic energies. No wall is thick enough for these two.

Yagi Toshinori (All Might) x Inko Midoriya Yako or Ingi He's like a father figure to Izuku and she loves that.

Sekijiro Kan (Vlad King) x Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) Sekimuri or Nejiro Kinky pair, blood and whips...they get it on.

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) x Kaoruko Awata (Bubble Girl) Miruko or Kaorai Behind closed doors she's serious and he's hilarious.

Danjiro Tobita (Gentle Criminal) x Manami Aiba (La Brava) Danami or Manajiro Little bit of an age gap, they found love in a hopeless place.

All for One (Original Shigaraki) x Inko Midoriya Shigariya He uses her for an experiment, plays 'god' with their child.

Ken Takagi (Rock Lock) x Mrs. Takagi No couple name, 'cause I can't find her name A devoted working father and his loving stay-at-home wife that he can't live without.

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→ 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀:

ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ:

Izuku Midoriya (Deku) [X]

Katsuki Bakugou (Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight) [X]

Shoto Todoroki (Shoto) [X]

Tenya Iida (Ingenium) [X]

Sero Hanta (Cellophane) [X]

Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot) [X]

Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt) [X]

Shinsou Hitoshi (Mockingbird) [X]

Mirio Togata (Lemillion) [X]

Tamaki Amajiki (Suneater) [X]

ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ/ᴘʀᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ:

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead) [X]

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) [X]

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) [X]

Keigo Takami (Hawks) [X]

Enji Todoroki (Endevour) [platonically only] [X]

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) [X]

ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴꜱ:

Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura) [X]

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) [X]

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) [platonically only] [X]

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice) [X]

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress) [X]

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𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀:

ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ:

Ochaco Uraraka (Uravity) [X]

Momo Yaoyorozu (Creati) [X]

Mina Ashido (Pinky) [X]

Kyoka Jirou (Earphone Jack) [X]

Tsuyu Asui (Froppy) [X]

Mei Hatsumei [X]

Nejire Hado (Nejire-Chan) [X]

ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ/ᴘʀᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ:

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) [X]

Kaina Tsutsumi (Lady Nagant) [X]

Nana Shimura [X]

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko) [X]

ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴꜱ:

Himiko Toga [X]

#gremlin-bear-boi masterlist #bnha masterlist #mha #mha x male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #x male reader #male reader #bnha

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mmmegumiii · 2 years

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.ೃ࿔ my hero academia

sometimes i reblog DARK CONTENT, and some readers or viewers can find that type of content as triggering. i tag the DC to the best of my abilities.

MINORS BLOCK #DAMN

amajiki tamaki

➙　miritama (MIRIO x TAMAKI)

ashido mina // alien queen

➙　the bakusquad

aizawa shota // eraserhead

➙　erasermic (SHOUTA x HIZASHI)

bakugo katsuki // dynamight

➙　bakudeku (KATSUKI x IZUKU)

➙　kiribaku (EIJIRO x KATSUKI)

➙　todobaku (SHOTO x KATSUKI)

➙　the bakusquad

iida tenya // ingenium

➙　the dekusquad

jiro kyoka // earphone jack

➙　momojiro (MOMO x KYOKA)

midoriya izuku // deku

➙　bakudeku (KATSUKI x IZUKU)

➙　izuocha (IZUKU x OCHAKO)

➙　tododeku (SHOTO x IZUKU)

➙　the dekusquad

kaminari denki // chargebolt

➙　shinkami (HITOSHI x DENKI)

➙　the bakusquad

kirishima eijiro // red riot

➙　kiribaku (EIJIRO x KATSUKI)

➙　the bakusquad

sero hanta // cellophane

➙　the bakusquad

shinso hitoshi

➙　shinkami (HITOSHI x DENKI)

shirakumo oboro // kurogiri

hawks // takami keigo

➙　dabihawks (DABI x HAWKS)

todoroki fuyumi

todoroki natsuo

todoroki shoto // shoto

➙　todobaku (SHOTO x KATSUKI)

➙　tododeku (SHOTO x IZUKU)

➙　the dekusquad

dabi // todoroki toya

➙　dabihawks (DABI x HAWKS)

togata mirio

➙　miritama (MIRIO x TAMAKI)

tokoyami fumikage // tsukuyomi

uraraka ochako // uravity

➙　izuocha (IZUKU x OCHAKO)

➙　the dekusquad

yamada hizashi // present mic

➙　erasermic (SHOUTA x HIZASHI)

yaoyorozu momo // creati

➙　momojiro (MOMO x KYOKA)

#mha #masterlist #mha masterlist

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vj87g · 2 years

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Izuku and Momo. Walking from the hospital, together.

#izuku x momo #midoriya x yaoyorozu #deku x creati #deku x yaomomo #bnha #bnha deku #bnha yaomomo #izuku midoriya x momo yaoyoruzu #boku no hero academia

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notjustdrwhoboards · 4 years

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BNHA wallpaper: Midoriya Izuku/Yaoyorozu Momo (requested by: @tremendouswolfsaladranch)

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #deku #yaoyorozu momo #momo yaoyorozu #creati #yaomomo #bnha wallpaper #mha wallpaper #wallpaper #dekumomo #momodeku #momo x deku

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coralreefwho · 4 years

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favourite redraw so far !!!!! 🥺💞

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thekitsune · 4 years

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IzuMomo Week News

Okay so I’ve seen that at least 14 people have liked the first post and 6 have reblogged it. While I wish that more people would like it, I’m still thankful to everyone that did and wants to have a week.

Sooo...this is what I plan to do.

I’ll throw an IzuMomo Week starting Dec 15 and ending on Dec 22.

So:

IzuMomo Week - Dec. 15-22

Edit:

Dec 15 - Cuddle

Dec 16 - Quirk Switch (AU or not)

Dec 17 - Snow Day

Dec 18 - Encouragement/Doubts

Dec 19 - Holiday Traditions

Dec 20 - Vacation

Dec 21 - Sleepovers

Dec 22 - Free Day

Here’s what I’d like everyone to do:

First of all, being excited! An IzuMomo Week is happening! Woo!

Second, share this post as much as you can. If there’s any IzuMomo blogs you know of on Tumblr then let them know, they could participate in the week or help spread the news ^^

Third, let IzuMomo fans not on tumblr know. This doesn’t have to be limited to just Tumblr! Everyone should participate! ^^

Fourth, Just have fun ^^ This is a ship week dedicated to enjoying Izuku/Momo. It’s a great pairing and we are all fans of it ^^

That’s all for now. Check back in a couple of days and I should have this post updated with the prompts ^^

Edit - Okay I have posted the prompts! These are the official ones for right now. If anyone else has suggestions, I’d still like to hear them ^^

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aripandagirl18 · 7 years

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Handsome

Momo: How do you spell handsome?

Ochako: I-Z-U-K-U-M-I-D-O-R-I-Y-A

Momo: I thought it was spelled like S-H-O-U-T-O-T-O-D-O-R-O-K-I?

Izuku and Todoroki: *blushing* Wait w-what?!

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si-ma-comunque · 7 years

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Bakugou Katsuki: It's better if we split up. Fucking Deku and Halfie will go together, Angel face will go with Froppy, Four eyes is going with Yaoyoruzo and Kirishima will come with me and Electric-fucker.

Kirishima Eijirou: Yes! My fantasy threesome!

Bakugou Katsuki:

Kanimari Denki:

Yaoyorozu Momo:

Midoriya Izuku:

Todoroki Shouto:

Asui Tsuyu:

Uraraka Ochako:

Iida Tenya:

Kirishima Eijirou: … Of friends!

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andypantsx3 · 3 years

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unconventional | 2 | midoriya x reader

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

length: est ~13,000 words | 5 chapters

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

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

zennie | commissions open! @jennie_xz_art Yo HeroExpo!! Come visit me at booth A26! First twenty purchases get a free chibi Creati keyring!! #HeroX

mrs shouto todoroki @lmmbb5889 🚨 attention everyone, super hot Deku cosplayer alert: http://bit.ly/8iJZ3az @bunnnniboi come get your man

green bean protection squad @bunnnniboi replying to @lmmbb5889 end me omfg he looks just like him. WHERE???

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesus, was it hot in here?

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

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

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

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

God he was so cute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were a hundred and fifty percent into it.

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

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

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

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

You jumped, accidentally headbutting Izuku in the chin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could have pinched him, he was so good.

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

You resisted the urge to ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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angelspitexe · 2 years

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Rules!

Will do:

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Multiple Characters

Headcannons

Various x Reader

X Reader

Will not do

Characters x Ocs

Smut

Romantic stories with characters under the age of 12 (They will have to be aged up!)

Major Character Death (I'm sensitive, be nice ( ;^; ))

How to request

All I ask is that your polite. If you can, I'd appreciate tone indicators being used. It's not a requirement, but it would be appreciated. Beside those two things, you just need to be clear in your request. If you want headcannons with a set of characters, ask. If you want specific characteristics for a reader inserts (Not physical, beside basic body type and skin tone) be specific. Don't be afraid to leave long requests or be very specific, if it helps you request clearly I would rather you do it the best way.

Fandoms/Characters

MHA

Izuku Midoriya (Hero Name: Deku)

Katsuki Bakugo (Hero Name: Dynamight)

Shoto Todoroki (Hero Name: Shoto)

Eijiro Kirishima (Hero Name: Red Riot)

Denki Kaminari (Hero Name: Chargebolt)

Hitoshi Shinsou (Hero Name: Unknown, dubbed Echomask)

Hanta Sero (Hero Name: Cellophane)

Tenya Ida (Hero Name: Ingenium)

Yuga Aoyama (Hero Name: Shining Hero; Can't Stop Twinkling)

Kyoka Jiro (Hero Name: Earphone Jack)

Momo Yaoyorozu (Hero Name: Creati)

Tsuyu Asui (Hero Name: Froppy)

Mina Ashido (Hero Name: Pinky)

Uraraka Ochako (Hero Name: Uravity)

The Owl House

Luz Noceda (Platonic or Alongside Amity)

Amity Blight (Platonic or Alongside Luz)

Eda Clawthorn (Platonic or Alongside Raine)

Hunter

Edric Blight

Emira Blight

Lilith Clawthorn

Gus Porter (Platonic Only)

Willow Parks

Darius

Raine (Platonic or Alongside Eda)

Alador Blight (Platonic Only)

Vee (Platonic Only)

Danganronpa

Celestia Ludenberg (Ultimate Gambler)

Aoi Asahina (Ultimate Swimming Pro)

Sakura Ogami (Ultimate Martial Artist)

Sayaka Maizono (Ultimate Pop Sensation)

Akane Owari (Ultimate Gymnast)

Chiaki Nanami (Ultimate Gamer)

Gundham Tanaka (Ultimate Breeder)

Ibuki Mioda (Ultimate Musician)

Hajime Hinata

Kazuichi Soda (Ultimate Mechanic)

Nagito Komaeda (Ultimate Lucky Student)

Sonia Nevermind (Ultimate Princess)

Mikan Tsumiki (Ultimate Nurse: Platonic)

Kaede Akamatsu (Ulimate Pianist)

Shuichi Saihara (Ulimate Detective)

Kokichi Oma (Ulimate Supreme Leader)

Rantaro Amami (Ulimate Adventurer)

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elaineplayz · 3 years

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Sayonara, My Dear Tsundere

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki (KiriBaku)

AU: Pro Hero! AU, they’re 25 years old.

Warning: Manga War Arc Spoiler, Bakugou’s hero name spoiler, Strong language, Character Death, Murder, War, Character drowns to death, mention of mutilation, Wounds.

Genre: Angst, Dark

Word Count: 1669 Words

THIS SUPPOSED FOR KIRISHIMA'S BIRTHDAY, I FORGOT TO PUT IT IN MY QUEUE

16 October

Dynamight walks slowly so he didn’t fall to the slippery street floors.

He didn’t know why does today is keep raining, but he doesn’t care at all.

His vision is blurry, his eyebags is dark but he doesn’t care if anyone see him like this.

It’s not about him and his reputation.

But why’d he even become like this?

“Katsuki! You got the invitation from Heroes Commission to the meeting today?” Asked Red Riot cheerfully.

“Of course, I do! I’m the fucking number 3 hero!” Dynamight smirked.

“Man, I think they’re also inviting the top heroes huh?” Red Riot shrugged.

“They invited Top 10 heroes, well, it should be something big then!” Dynamight add his final touch on the turtleneck on his hero costume.

It’s not winter yet, but Red Riot gave him the idea for using his winter costume as his everyday costume. Since his quirk is using Nitro-glycerine sweat!

“I know, and after whatever mission we will face, we will get married!” Red Riot said happily.

“Of course, we will, Ei!” Dynamight grinned.

Dynamight is making the breakfast as usual, today he’s making Red Riot’s favourite food!

“Meat! The manliest food!” Red Riot cheered.

“Stop being all smiley, just eat your food” Dynamight stick out his tongue playfully, actually, he loves seeing his lover being cheerful.

“Aw Suki! I know you love me like this!” Red Riot chuckled.

“Shut up” Dynamight rolled his eyes.

“Number 79 hero, Maboromicamie (Camie) is found mutilated at Kamino, A civilian said that she got captured because saving them and then nobody sees her anymore until someone find this mutilated body, without her heart” Deku, the number one hero sighed while showing a picture of a dead corpse.

“No way…” Chargebolt, the number six hero gritted his teeth.

“Any other crimes that you know about the murderer?” Red Riot asked, a little shaking.

“What I found is, they make some illegal drugs that made quirks to sell for the quirkless people. Somehow, the quirks that they get will be something their body can adapt to” Deku answered.

“Do you know what type of quirk our enemy or enemies had?” Mindwipe (Shinsou), the number ten hero asked calmly.

“Shinsou, sadly I don’t know yet” Deku said disappointed of himself.

“Okay let me change the question, Deku, is it going to be more dangerous than the Meta Liberation Army War?” Asked Grand (Shindo), the number four hero.

“Well, I do my research by myself, it won’t be as dangerous as it, but it won’t be as easy as our daily job” Ingenium, the number nine hero raised his hand.

“You did your research by yourself? How come I didn’t know about this fucking case?! You’re the number nine and I’m the number three!” Dynamight asked.

“Calm down, Katsu” Red Riot warned.

“There’s only 3 hero that already knew about this case before today, that’s me, Ingenium and Phantom Thief” Deku explained.

“But Deku, why’d you three didn’t tell us before?” Asked Shoto calmly.

“We’ve been suspicious at Kamino and Hosu, since my and Ingenium’s agencies are there, we knew and we also tell the number one” Phantom Thief (Monoma), the number seven hero explained.

“But because you all didn’t tell us, Camie is dead!” Gale Force (Inasa), the number five hero said angrily.

“We’re sorry Gale Force, we thought it won’t be this bad” Phantom Thief bowed.

“Are we going to attack them?” Asked Tsukoyomi (Tokoyami), the number eight hero.

“Yes, and luckily, Creati have gave me a GPS, so I can stick it on one of the villains using Welder (Awase)’s quirk to know their location!” Phantom Thief happily pulls out a radar.

“So, we will attack it from this side, and then…”

“I have a bad feeling about this Katsu, if something happens, I hope you’re ready” Red Riot warned.

“Stop being so pessimist, we all know that we’re going to be fine” Dynamight rolls his eyes.

“Haha, I hope so” Red Riot smiled unsure.

“Guys, remember, the position” Deku reminded.

“Whatever, Izuku. Of course, I do remember, who the fuck do you think I am?” Dynamight growled.

“Calm down Bakugou, I’m sure he’s just reminding others” Shoto sighed.

“Shut up you Icy-hot bastard!”

“Tentacole, Earphone Jack, Vine (Shiozaki). Is there someone here?” Asked Mindwipe.

“Nope! It’s safe!” Earphone Jack nodded.

“Well, I don’t know why but my Danger Sense isn’t ringing either” Deku frowned.

“Isn’t that good? That’s mean that my Shitty Hair’s bad feelings isn’t going to happen!” Dynamight ruffled Red Riot’s hair.

Red Riot, Deku, Dynamight, Creati, Sugar rush, Gale Force and Phantom Thief get ready to destroy the wall.

“On my count, 3… 2… 1!” Deku counted.

The heroes that already in front of the wall destroys the wall.

“Separate by the groups! Remember, if you got separated, inform us!”

Dynamight, Grand, Red Riot, Creati and Earphone Jack run in a group.

“Earphone! What’s our enemy’s closest location?!” Asked Dynamight.

“I’ve detected a group of people about 10 kilometres from here, three o`clock direction!” Earphone Jack replied

“Hey two face! Can you make an earthquake, but it won’t affect us?!” Dynamight asked again.

“I can’t, sorry!” Grand apologized.

“Ugh whatever, let’s just go attack them directly” Dynamight rolled his eyes.

“Directly? Short-range?” Asked Creati.

“Yea” Dynamight nodded.

“Wait! Stop! I’ll make you things to protect your ears since Kyoka will use her quirk for attacking!” Creati stopped.

“Hurry up!” Dynamight growled.

“Babe, it’s not even 1 second yet” Red Riot looking at Dynamight with a ‘Wth’ expression.

“You guys are lucky that she ate so much yesterday” Earphone Jack scoffed.

“Welp, thanks to her quirk, she can eat whatever she wants without worrying to become fat, and she can save lives with it. How lucky!” Grand gushed.

“Shut it, we all know your true personality, you’re not as pure as how you act right now” Dynamight smirked.

“Katsuki! Stop acting so rude!” Red Riot scolded.

“Whatever” They wears the earmuff and then run to attack the villains.

Creati make a little shining grenade (WHAT DOES IT CALLED?) and throws it to the villains.

Boom, they’re all collapsed because it’s so bright.

“OI AT LEAST GIVE US A WARNING! WE’RE ABOUT TO ATTACK YOU KNOW!” Dynamight scolded.

“They’re unaware of our entrance! We have to use the situation as fast as we can!” Creati defended herself.

“Well, you’re right, Momo!” Earphone Jack nod in agreement.

“Whatever”

“Oh! Guess who we got here! Deku, Dynamight and Shoto!” The headmaster of the villain laughed.

“You look kinda familiar to me…” Deku hummed.

“That’s Natsu, the boy that said, ‘who’s the man that fighting right now?’ when Endeavour fought a strong Nomu” Shoto reminded.

“That guy? What the fuck happened to you, really?” Dynamight gritted his teeth.

“One name. Dabi.” He said in a disappointed tone.

“Care to explain? Maybe I can—” Deku almost got burned by Natsu’s quirk.

“Of course not! Heroes are messed up, why’d I even like heroes before! Now, is a fight! Not chit chat!” Natsu said with a weird face.

“In every groups, assholes will always be there, not excluding heroes. I’m Endeavour’s son, you can believe in me.” Shoto said calmly.

“Like the hell I’ll believe someone who already got manipulated.” Natsu shook his head.

“Enough chit chat!” Dynamight jumped to Natsu to attack him (Like when he’s attacking Kurogiri with Kirishima at S1, the dumb move)

Natsu use his fire on Dynamight, of course it won’t work, he’s already got burned so many times by Shoto’s!

“By the way, this will be our own conversation, Shoto Todoroki” Natsu glanced at him, and then making Dynamight and Deku disappeared somehow.

Dynamight teleported near a pool of unknown liquids.

He saw his lover, Red Riot, is drowning there.

“Oi you idiot! Get up!” Dynamight tried to take Red Riot up from the pool but failed.

He’s too tired…

“Katsuki, just release your grip… you won’t safe me from anything, these unknown liquids are dangerous, it can make you overuse your quirk…” Oh, that’s explain why his body are so hard, he’s very heavy and he looks tired.

“No way, we’re going to live until we’re old, you have to survive!” Dynamight sobs while trying to pull out his lover.

“Oi Deku! Bring help! Eiji is drowning into unknown liquids!” Dynamight said to the communication tool on his ears.

“It won’t work”

“Yes, it will”

“Huft…. I’m sorry Suki, there’s no way, you’re about to pass out, your head even bleeding a lot” Red Riot shook his head.

“No, I’m strong!”

“Sayonara, My Dear Tsundere” Red Riot smiled warmly, the last thing that Dynamight will see when he’s alive.

“You’re not going to give up, no ‘Sayonara’ bullshit!” Tears started to rolling down Dynamight’s cheeks

But well, he’s passing out like what his lover predicted.

“Where am I?! Where’s Eijirou?!” Dynamight awoke in a hospital.

“I’m sorry Dynamight! Red Riot is… dead” The doctor shook his head.

“No way!” Dynamight run searching for Kirishima, meanwhile his former classmate is trying to stop him (Like what he did when he’s awake from got stabbed by Shigaraki)

“Eijirou! You lied to me!” He sobbed.

“I know this is already so long since your death, you know what? I’ve adopted a child looking just like us! She have a spiky hair with a black colour! Her eyes are red! But… I’ll be happier if you’re here with us… well, Happy Birthday, Eijirou, I love you” Dynamight said, patting Red Riot’s tombstone gently.

“I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too”

He can’t believe what he has heard.

He heard his lover’s voice, but when he turn around, there’s no one there.

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