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aspenforest732 · 5 months

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Mortem ad Wrens Chapter 14: To Break the Chains

Summary:

tw: calorie tracking, ed behaviors, food insecurity, intrusive thoughts, body flashback Internship starts

Notes:

DISCLAIMER: I’m not a nutritionist and am just trying to not throw complete nonsense in here. Please don’t take any of the nutrition plan stuff as advice, especially since I’m trying to adjust things to loosely make sense with Akira’s quirk. 'text' JSL text thoughts

“Amajiki!” Fat Gum called out, grinning widely as he made his way to the pair. “Good to see you again, and you must be Akira Mori. Let’s get you settled and then we can grab lunch!”

Akira grinned, bowing at the introduction. ‘I look forward to working with you, Fat Gum. Thank you for the opportunity.’

“No need to be so formal with us, Mori. You have quite the quirk, and I have some preliminary ideas to help with your drawback. Our patrol will start at six, so we’ll be showing you the ropes of paperwork.”

As Fat Gum talked about Esuha City and his community programs, Akira felt eyes on them. Without missing a beat, they started looking around more at the shops and sights Fat Gum described while flashing a quick ‘watching us’ to Amajiki. As the trio were stopped by a sweet bun shop owner for samples, Akira casually positioned themselves to look back on the street and spotted Mouse, one of Fat Gum’s sidekicks, in the crowd. They took an offered sweet bun, biting in before signing ‘clear.’

Fat Gum chuckled, “You’ve got good instincts, kid.” He signaled Mouse to move on, who to Akira’s pleasure looked surprised. “You want to be an underground hero, right?”

Akira nodded, ‘It’ll give the cover and flexibility I need to operate. I did briefly consider Twilight, but I need to avoid the media.’

“I’ll keep that in mind as we work on a nutrition plan for your quirk. We’ll be logging what you eat so we have a baseline to work with.”

‘I have been keeping track of that in a notebook since I started at UA,’ Akira signed and fished it out of their pack at Fat Gum’s excitement. ‘The first page has a breakdown of my current nutrition plan, and the rest is a daily log of calories, quirk use, and weight at the beginning and end of each day.’ Knowing how valuable his input could be, Akira had already adjusted the plan to what they actually ate for lunch and dinner instead of what the school knew.

Fat Gum spent the rest of their walk flipping through the notebook, grin falling slightly over some of the pages. “This is great, kid, but I take it you like jelly pouches?” he asked, grin a little more forced.

Akira ducked their head, ears flushing. ‘Eraser insisted on keeping my backup stash stocked with them. I was using pocky sticks before.’

Amajiki peeked up in surprise before tucking back into himself. Fat Gum laughed, “I’ve heard stories about that man and his jelly pouches. I’m glad you caught his eye; I see he also let you put him down as an emergency contact. Any relation?”

Akira shook their head as they slipped into the agency with the pair, ‘I didn’t make a good first impression, and by the end of the first day, Eraser just started helping me outside schoolwork for some reason. He offered to be my second contact since it was required for the internship.’

Akira’s head was on a swivel as Fat Gum gave them a tour of the agency. They met a few of his sidekicks, confirming their observations of brutes and changers comprising most of the hero’s agency. Akira also recognized a few former vigilantes who now lived at the agency full-time while working towards their license. Some were kids but others were in their late teens or early twenties.

After setting their duffle in their room, Akira sat on the bed, letting themself soak in the comforts while they could. I could get used to this, Akira thought bittersweetly. Come on, just let yourself enjoy while you can. You can have three years of this if you don’t ruin it.

Akira pulled their hair into a messy bun and made a couple adjustments to their braces, testing the give since the support company’s execution of Hatsume’s designs had only arrived the previous day. Akira put on their hero costume and restocked their snack pouches, including a protein drink in case patrol was particularly busy. Finally, they clipped their retractable forearm crutches into their utility belt. The aids would put less stress on their shoulders and enable them to lessen the pressure on both legs instead of just their worse one.

Before heading out, Akira texted the Mad Banquet chat that they made it to the agency. Other than Tokoyami, the others had long since arrived, train rides much shorter than their own. Tucking their phone away, Akira made their way to the cafeteria, drawing a few odd looks from the brightly colored heroes at their monochrome palette, yellow contacts providing the only splash of color.

They started heading to the self-serve feast laid out over a few counters and dispensers when Fat Gum waved them over to a table. “Based on your notes, we need to double your current base intake.” Akira startled, eyebrows shooting up. “Your quirk’s drawback isn’t as separate as your paperwork implied. My quirk has the physical limit of the fat stored in my body; my muscles alone won’t absorb hits. Your quirk doesn’t recognize the difference between fat and muscle, which is what causes the atrophy. Your idea of having a buffer is more accurate than you think. Your quirk should never have the choice between muscle and fat because which it chooses is variable.”

‘I can’t develop muscle? I need the strength and flexibility,’ Akira signed desperately.

“You can still work on muscle development,” Fat Gum clarified gently. “But we’re not talking about being a couple kilos over the average. To reliably use your quirk without the risk of starvation, you should be 45-50% body fat. It’ll take time, but your current eating structure of two main meals with snacks throughout the day is a good framework to start with.”

Fat Gum ran through the changes they’d be making and pushed over a written-out plan. Akira tried to focus, but they were reeling with how they’d maintain the plan once they were paying for it. The recipes Fat Gum gave them all required a kitchen to varying degrees, but their security deposit fund would be gone in the first week of this plan. Akira followed the hero to the feast, nodding as he pointed out everything he put on the nutrition plan and encouraged them to try what they could while here so they knew the options. Before starting to eat, Akira quickly jot down their meal and the sweet bun they had earlier, trying to ignore the twist in their gut at the amount of food.

“Are you alright?” Akira turned at Amajiki’s soft, concerned voice. Their eyes flitted to Fat Gum, who was talking with one of his ex-vigilantes off to the side.

‘Just trying to figure out how to make this work,’ Akira distractedly signed. They offered a small smile to the introverted teen, ‘I was hoping he’d be able to take a look at the plan, just wasn’t expecting… this.’

Nodding after a moment, Amajiki looked back to his own plate with a more normal amount of food but far more variety. After a few minutes of trying to do the math in their head, Akira flipped to the back of their nutrition notebook and started running numbers on their new budget range for each week while eating with their off hand. With the internship’s stipend, they would still be a few thousand yen short of a low-income security deposit by the end of next week even if they didn’t implement Fat Gum’s changes that week and ran deliveries for an extra two hours each night. Besides, with finals rapidly approaching, only getting two hours of sleep would spell disaster for their grades.

As Fat Gum walked back over, Akira closed and secured the notebook in its holster. The hero tried to start up conversation with Amajiki, but he seemed as anxious as Akira, mumbling and stuttering as the man energetically guided the conversation.

U̸̳̥͇̺̙͒͋͌͗̎͐͌n̴̩̯̜͔̮͍̗̲̤͓̏̃̇͜͝ͅw̷̢̭͎̦͎̼̤̯̫͍̘̔̽͊́̌̇̊͜ơ̸̢̛̲̞̯̰̭̻͚̮͈̾͋͗̏́̽͘͝r̴̢̡̘̱̙̼̗̮͙͓̬̫̀́t̶̛̛͈͕͕͇̝̫́̐̿̏̊͂̑̔̒͘̚͝͝h̵̢̧̜̠̟͕̼̣̀͐̿̅̊̅̾̀̇́̋ỹ̶͕̥̙̇̎͐̉̊̍͂̍ (Unworthy)

Damnit, not here. Akira subtly dropped their left hand into their lap to focus on the texture of their tassels and on eating as Fat Gum and Amajiki’s conversation faded into the background.

Y̶̛͉͑͊͋͐̒̿͝͝o̶̢̧͕͕̖̟̲̣̭͕̙̠͕̗͛u̶̼̱̙̣̗̜̙̅͛͌͒ ̸̢͍̰͉̖͔̤̤̣͚̾͑̔̈̆͑̀́̇͝͠͠r̵̨̧̡̟̹͙̙͔͓͉͉̬͕̋͠u̷͔̜͖̗̇͌͂͑̄̂i̸͇̮̯͙̞̣̇̍̋̐̐̇͐͆͂̎̓̚n̷̯̱̪̫̬̼̳̪̜͕̯̳̱̖̑ ̴̧̠̩̬̲̙̭̗̤̭̟̻̉̅̆͆͒̍̉̈́̊̓̓̎̕e̵̛̤͉̳̯̘̮͎̲͚̮̓̓̈́̂̌͐́͆̃̅̕͘͜v̵̯̱͉̱̩̻̤̟̰̈́̉̓͊̑̾͒̿̊͛͋̉͜͝ḛ̴̛̖͉̮̘̠͉̣̈̄̓̃̽͒r̴̙̱̥̙̗̈́͗́̽̋̓̋̿͐̄̒͝ÿ̷͇͈͍̥̟̥́̅͘t̷̡̢̗̣͕͖̲̖̙͕͉́̉͆̅͂̎̌̽̋͒̆̒ͅh̴̢̧͎̻͓͈̬̜̩̼͋͘͜į̷͓̻̩̖̺͙̯͙̍͝n̵̨̻̫̺͎̥͎̭̥͔̗̰̓͛́̈͂̇͠g̸̝̩̰͎̣͛̎͋̀̅ͅ ̵̡̖̟̤͖͇̝͕̯͇̭̈́͐̒̇y̷͈̲͙̣̭̺͐͒́ō̷̬̈̈͒̓̊̂͑̄̓̈̄ư̴̧̛̦͉͍͎̬̖̯̰͇̗̰͎̦̓̈̿͐͋̓̂̈́̈́̔͠͝ ̴̼̝̩̦͉̱̹̝̯̘͔̌̐̒̚͝͠t̸̡̧͕̳̺͎̑͊͌̄̔̎͗̆ǫ̵̡̝̰̙̙͕̘̦͂͋u̷̲̲̙̲̽c̷̙̙̞͎͕̖̽͌͒̀̿́̇͛̕͜h̸̼̞͕͇̱̦̅͗͐ (You ruin everything you touch)

Akira shivered, remembering the burns that often accompanied those words.

Y̴̤̎̃̿̇̋́̈́̂̑̎̿͘̕͝o̶̢͖̿̄͌̅̈͌̾̐͌̓̐̃̃͝͝ṵ̴̫̝̞̥̥͇͝’̴̡̧̙̰̲͈̘̙͈̳̳̬̮͈͇̒̐͌͋̑͝͠l̵̡̰̩̞͓̩̝͎͎̜͈̟̝̜̝͂̂͒̅͗̔͝l̴͈̬̃͌͊̄̊́̎͘̕̕ ̴͈̙̣̬͔̭̜̥͙̇̋̉̚͜͜͜ŗ̷̘͔̝̩͙̬̥̳̈́̑̄̓̅́̂̒̒̒͝ͅù̸̡̡̧̧̺̝̼͈̣̩̩̰̟̯́͒̄̕͜i̴̢̡̢̬͓͉̱͚̫̮̝̖̗͉͛̈̿̚ń̸̖̭̝̳͔̗̺̹̼̭̳̐̀͒̃̍̈́̈́̚͠ ̶̭̺̎̐͌̌͛̀̚͠t̸̡̧̘̜̝̬͚̘̻͚̬͉̻̂̾͆͝h̵̗̍̈́î̶̹͗̇̈́̏͋̏̚͘ṣ̷̰͉̖̥̲̻́̂̑̾́̎̈͜͝,̸̛̦͖͎̫̯͎͓͇̝̫̜̹͛͑͒̈̀́͗͌̚̕ ̴̢̤͍͉͇͎̮̥̝͇̠̘̇̇̈̈́͋͗̀͒̀̅̔͘t̶̘͙͚̪̭̮̑̅̔̈̉́͊̚̚͠ǫ̵͚̹͌͋̀o̷̧̹̜͕͙͎̮̮̤̘̦̾̀͜ͅ (You’ll ruin this, too)

“…quirk analysis and encoded it.” Akira looked up as they forced themself to swallow the last of their heaping plate.

“We’ll have time before patrol to start going over it and look at improving the encryption since you already have a good system for food tracking and the initial nutrition plan adjustments are done.”

Akira nodded, ‘I use the same system for practicing analysis of others, so improving it is a good idea. It only took Sun Eater fifteen minutes to decode it on the train.’

Fat Gum grinned and ruffled Amajiki’s hair despite the boy’s disgruntled look. Akira smiled as they noticed him slightly lean into the touch despite himself. “I knew you’d get it once you got out of your head!” Fat Gum praised and asked more about the process as Amajiki shrunk into his seat.

‘I think that was a compliment,’ Akira signed, briefly catching Amajiki’s downturned gaze before continuing, ‘I start with a Caesar cipher then use a Polybius square.’

“Wonderful! A two-part cipher like that would slow down would-be readers. Are you using a static or variable key? Well, the easiest way to add another layer of difficulty would be to make the Polybius key variable. It could be based on a book you like, a website or newspaper, or even a radio show. If you haven’t done so already, you’d need to start dating the pages. I’d recommend using a written material to save time looking for your daily key.”

The trio made their way to Fat Gum’s office, and Akira felt themself relax marginally at the massive window opposite the door. “When it’s just me, I do paperwork in the main area, but I thought you might enjoy the quiet more, like Tamaki.” Akira startled at the use of his first name. “While we’re patrolling, call me Fat Gum and Tamaki Suneater. When we’re off duty, I ask everyone to call me Toyomitsu or Taishiro if they’re comfortable, and my call sign is Sunny D.”

Akira nodded, ‘My call sign is Reaper if we need to communicate nonverbally off duty.’

Fat Gum pulled out a stack of forms, a few liability wavers at the top of empty reports. “Once you sign these, we can start going over what reports will look like. Tamaki and I usually don’t have to worry about property damage, but it’s good to know what that looks like in case it does occur. Even if the villain was the one causing damage, it’s important to file the report so there’s a record of what happened.”

Akira paid rapt attention as Fat Gum went over the various types of reports they might need, appreciating the extra time he took explaining ones that applied more to underground work. They were left with two hours before patrol, which they took to decide on a forum that followed Wren fights with the day of the month determining which post – sorted by recent – to pull the first five letters from. They also changed the plain text to classical Latin to add a layer of not quite encryption but difficulty… and maybe a clue for Asami to realize they were alive.

As they wrote the plain text to the side to restart encryption, Fat Gum – right, Taishiro and Amajiki read through the notes. Once Akira was primed with their keywords and square – a temporary aid to get used to the new method – Taishiro asked, “From what we’ve read so far and your talk on the train, you recently had an awakening or mutation, right?”

Akira hesitated, ‘Maybe? As you can tell from the beginning, I didn’t have enough buffer to experiment much when my quirk first manifested, so it’s possible the movement aspect of my clones didn’t have enough energy available to be noticeable.’

“The journal only dates back two years. Did you not keep track when it first manifested?” Fat Gum asked gently, curiosity shining in his eyes.

‘My quirk forcibly manifested when I was 13. With Stranger such an unknown variable in quirks, it’s possible that component was my biological quirk with an activation that would be difficult for me to encounter. The trigger fit secondary Master just as well and I have family history of it, so I originally used that classification.’

As they started re-encrypting their notebook, Akira noticed the room was completely silent and, out of the corner of their eye, they saw a paper drift back to the desk. Akira glanced up in confusion and flinched into themself at the rage in Taishiro’s eyes and horror in Amajiki’s.

“Who?” Taishiro ground out. Akira briefly glanced up, confused. “Who tortured you?”

‘Oh,’ Akira signed. ‘My family. Abuse seems to be 2 for 5 with the other kids of heroes I’ve met. Although, I don’t know if Blank counts since he was abused up until he got placed with heroes. 50/50 if he doesn’t.’

Amajiki looked sick and Taishiro’s expression softened, although his voice remained hard. “I’m going to need the name of your family and the other kid’s family, then. Preventing abuse, especially Forced Quirk Manifestation, is one of the main reasons I foster a sense of community. The kids feel safe enough to expose the underbelly groups that do it.”

Still confused, Akira flinched at the quiet fury in his voice. ‘That’s just more proof that it’s common. The other kid is Shoto Todoroki; I can guarantee his father is abusive, but I lack proof without the children’s testimonies, and their quirks point to the only potential forced manifestation being Natsuo given his weak Brute quirk. With time, Shoto could be given justice or break free, but the Commission is involved in the cover-up as usual. My family is too large and connected to reach.’

“That’s why you need to avoid the media… Just because it’s common doesn’t make it right,” Amajiki murmured.

‘I know, it’s just confusing when people are surprised by it.’

“Since they haven’t found you yet, I take it your last name isn’t Mori. So what is their name?” Taishiro pressed.

‘Like I said, it doesn’t matter. There’s nothing you can do to them, and if you refuse to work with them, that will just put more potential focus on me. I have a plan, but it’s going to take years.’ Akira huffed as they thought if I even survive that long.

“Will you at least tell me if any members of my agency are part of your family?”

Akira chuckled humorlessly, ‘Being a limelight is a requirement in the family, so none of them would dream of working under a Twilight hero.’

Something clicked in Taishiro’s eyes, and Akira straightened warily from their writing position. ‘Don’t-’

“The Wrens.”

Shit.

Notes:

Akira’s notes are in English so I could use ciphers I’m familiar with (cryptography was one of my hyperfixations) I was trying to find a call sign for Fat Gum that wouldn’t be weird when I got to Sunshine Dad, which turned into Sunny D. The D does still stand for Dad, but people are usually more comfortable shortening it to the brand name at least when they’re first taken in. Also sorry I didn't upload this yesterday; wasn't feeling well and didn't write anything for Libertias aut Mortis either 😅

Akira: panicking Amajiki: what is wrong with this child Fat Gum: I’ve got another kid! Akira: casually mentions trauma Amajiki.exe has stopped working Fat Gum: who do I need to kill

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pocketramblr · 1 year

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AU game 1! 5 headcanons for an AU where Tamaki is (inexplicably) a vegetarian, and the Quirks he manifests from eating all his veggies leads him to intern with Kamui Woods instead?

1- Tamaki is a vegetarian because when he was very little and it first manifested, he grew chicken feathers and was so terrified that he was actually turning into a chicken that would be killed and eaten too, he never touched any meat again. This is in spite of his mother having the same quirk as him and telling him that won't happen, but anyway. Instead he uses vines for reach and thorns for attack

2- his hero name is still Suneater, from Mirio's suggestion, and his hero costume is similar, but kinda leans more "forest elf" I guess- green accents instead of purple. Tamaki is relieved when Kamui Woods approves of him wearing a mask that fully hides his face, instead of a transparent visor.

3- Tamaki takes some supplements due to being vegetarian, including iron. This means he's able to manifest iron as a shield, but tends to only do it as a last resort because it really upsets his stomach. Kamui Woods saw this one time and asked if he could manifest other things not just plants, and had he tried meat before? Tamaki panics and bluescreens while saying he can't, leading Kamui Woods to believe that in a trade-off for his quirk, Tamaki can't even digest meat, let alone manifest anything.

4- Kamui Woods is an interesting mix of private and public- keeps a lower profile from his current home and life, but also had a documentary about his apparently horrible childhood made. Tamaki approves of the former, but not the latter, so while Kamui is a great mentor for fighting technique and rescue strategy, he's not quite getting through to him about any publicity.

5- In his second year, Tamaki and Kamui were on patrol after school when a sludge villain attacked a middle schooler, who caused several fires in retaliation. Kamui Woods was unable to get close due to the flames, and Tamaki prioritized rescue over combat, meaning he was running low on any food by the time he turned to consider fighting Sludgy. Then another middle schooler ran out in front of him and tried to help, and then All Might showed up, and Tamaki held it was the most terrifying day of his life for over a year.

+1- (Until the day he's called in to talk to 1A, which he was happy to do instead of going to his internship, which has been different since Kamino and Kamui rocketing up in the rankings, Tamaki does not like change and he likes the publicity increase even less, and he sees those two middle schoolers again, in that class All Might teaches sometimes, and they're asking him too many questions and scowling at him and they were there that day and at Kamino and here now, and nope, they're cursed, he's not dealing with that, he's out of here, Nejire let go of his arm, he wants to go to 1B and get the vine girl to join the internship to take the focus off him, please no Mirio he just wants to leave-)

#first year Tamaki: oh good my friends got an internship with a top ten hero and all might's old sidekick. good for them. so glad i just got #a local musutafu hero with a plant quirk and can chill #second year Tamaki: haha yep my friends are learning so much and going so fast. wait. what do you mean big three #third year Tamaki: NO NO GO BACK WHY AM I AT A TOP TEN AGENCY TOO. THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN #dhfjg creative au i like this idea...#and i like the idea of a woodsier kinda costume. leaning into the elf thing....#shih shoulda had it #pocket talks to people #ask game

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poppy5991 · 4 months

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Shoto, making a TikTok:

Inspirational quotes by Burnin heard around the Endeavor agency…

*My Heart Will Go On plays in the background*

“You need to call UA and get a refund.”

“They could have built the Taj Mahal in the time it took you to catch that villain.”

“Are you getting kickbacks from the building repair industry?”

“You’ve made our insurance premiums higher than your grades.”

#Shoto gets famous on TikTok during his internship #one thing about Burnin is she be roasting the interns #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha memes #mha incorrect quotes #Burnin #todoroki shoto #endeavor agency #hell’s interns

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sugarlywhispers · 6 months

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b.katsuki + lava Quirk!wife (both Pro Heroes)

☆—a.n; i woke up today feeling feisty lol not really xd just wanted some "i'm crazy as you are" type of love today lmao✌🏼🖤

Bakugou Katsuki is obsessed with you.

And he doesn't even try to hide it.

You're his sidekick. You had trained in his Agency since you were a mere brat doing your internship your first year at UA. Of course, there were literally counted the times you had encountered him in person. The other Heroes that joined his Agency were the ones in charge of the kids. They had told you how Dynamight hated when babysitting time came every year, he wouldn't even participate in those actually. So they would advice to not cross his path.

From time to time, Dynamight would watch their sparrings sessions, gave them a bit of advice–more like mean criticism yell at them. But he had better things to do, people to save, villains to get their asses destroyed by him. He was not going to waste his time with annoying brats like you.

He had heard of you, of course. The one brat that could control and handle freaking lava like it was fucking nothing. Of course when he saw you, he thought his sidekick had pulled a prank on him, joking to see if would be excited about the idea of having someone with that type of Quirk in his Agency. You couldn't be the one with the lava quirk. You looked... normal. Quirkless even–if this were other times and if he would judge people about it. He had changed, okay? Thank you very fucking much. But he did think it was impossible that you were that amazing brat the other heroes were talking about. They had even compared you to him, in witty and determination to become the number one Pro Hero on the ranks, in strength and no mercy against villains, or other heroes and classmates.

When he stood right in front of you one day, towering almost three heads over you and almost one more person's size to the side, Dynamight laughed. You looked like a little bunny caught red-handed, terrified by everyone around you–especially by the size of him–and skittish, almost like what Deku had been as a kid.

That should have been a first warning for Bakugou–never judge a book by its cover.

You have trained in his Agency the three years you had been in UA, and he has never once seen you nor your Quirk on display, nevertheless in real action. He had only heard how good you were in trainings from the other heroes. But he didn't care enough to actually sought-after. He was already fighting Deku for the number one spot on the rankings, he didn't have time for brats like you.

Until one day, a dangerous villain, that created enormous monsters of metal almost to the size of a ten flour building, was causing too much disaster appeared. It was more than chaos, it had been a destruction like no other.

Dynamight nor Deku could contain the motherfucker.

He was bruised, his hands beat with agony at the amount of times he had used his blasts and the push to keep going, his body muscles were screaming for him to stop. A quick glance to his side where Deku was, and the guy wasn't better than him, breathing like his lungs couldn’t no more. Every other hero in the scene was in the same shape.

They were fucking losing.

And then, like an angel sent from heaven–or better said, a demon sent from the deepest hell for the way you fucking looked, you appeared in all your majestic glory, lava making you slide in between them, surrounding you like it was nothing, like strings coming from inside your body, and began a new fight with that fucking villain's monsters.

Bakugou saw –an enamored expression on his face– how you your whole demeanor changed, your skin, your eyes, everything in you became so menacingly, so evil looking, so freaking scary, that if you weren't training to be a Hero, he thought you would be one the most terrifying villains of all times –even more than that piece of shit AFO.

The lava was visible in all your body, and you fought, a crazed smile and eyes opened wide, enjoying the damage you were doing to the metal monsters; your joy was shining bright for everyone to see, as you yelled, "DIE, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" as the monster melted under your hands and body.

He was captivated, fucking spellbound, by the sight in front of him. He fell to his knees, watching you melt every single one of the monster in one more movement of your hand, as lava flowed towards them, capturing and melting them as you stand straight, the expression on your face serious and deadly. You then walked towards the source, the main villain who was creating this chaos, and the guy literally fell to the floor in fear, trying to crawl away from you in tears. When you stood before him, you crouched to his level, and smiled devilishly.

The villain pissed his pants.

And Bakugou's cock twitched.

He then murmured, "I'm gonna marry the shit out that woman."

Deku chuckled, shaking his head and letting his body fall to ground in tiredness. Everything was okay now.

From then on, you were by Dynamight's side all the time. The second you graduated –Bakugou Katsuki of fucking course attended the graduation ceremony– he offered a job on his Agency for you. And you said yes, even though you had options like Deku's Agency, or Hawk's, and even Endeavor had offered you a big place on his, trying to win you by saying that most of his sidekicks were fire-like Quirks and that his mother had a Quirk similar to yours, he could ask her for advice for you. Bakugou's stomach turned thinking he might had won you over that. But before he could finish the sentence, "Would you like a spot on my Ag–", you exclaimed a big YES, smiling warmly and eyes shining in excitement.

He had to clear his throat and look away at your expression, making something tingle in his chest. Was that his heart?

You became his partner then, in missions, in interviews, in meetings with other Agencies when some big villain appeared and they had to join forces. You were always there, not behind him but next to him.

In interviews he would always let you speak about how everything went and thank every body who helped. But Katsuki would look at you. Look as the lava started to dissipate from your skin, slowly turning down the temperature and going back to your normal color. Your hair that became liquid lava slowly became the color of greyish-black rock and then smoothed its way to your normal texture and color. He always felt mesmerized watching the process, and he would look at it any opportunity he got.

It wasn't until one night out with his old friends that Pikachu said, "Dude, tone down your thirst a lil' bit," in between laughs with Raccoon Eyes and Shitty Hair.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Kirishima patted his back, shaking his head, "Your sidekick, man. The lava girl?"

"What?"

"What we are trying to say," Mina smirked, "is that everytime you look at her, its almost palpable the way you want to eat her."

Bakugou gulped. "Shut the fuck up. I don't look at her like that."

Mina winked at him, "If you say so..."

That night he searched on the internet in his phone for interviews, desperately. Fuck, his friends were right. He did look at you with a fascination and hunger he had never saw himself do. He remembered thinking about marrying you back in the days, but that had been the heat of the moment, right? This annoyed the shit out of him. But watching you again in those videos, as you smiled so kindly to the reporters or other Hero friends or to even civilians while looking so freaking scary when your Quirk was activated, made something stir inside his belly.

Fuck, you're gorgeous. You're everything he didn't know he wanted.

And that's when he decided he would not hide his feelings for you anymore.

So now, a few years after, when you are married to number two Pro Hero Dynamight, people always talk about how your husband always looks at you. How he always encourages you in your fights to "kill those fucking piece of shits, baby!!" as he is very close to you fighting his own set of shitty villains and you encourage him saying "show them who is the number two hero, love!" He looses it then, a blast that ends it all.

They talk about how he would always kiss you after a fight, even after all that adrenaline that makes him want to bury himself deep inside your warmth, he only holds your face gently, gloved thumbs caressing your cheeks lovingly, eyes locked onto each other like the world doesn't exist outside that moment, and he kisses you softly, a simple touch, a cute press of lips that lasts a millisecond so he doesn't burn the skin of his face and lips. And then he pulls one of your hands with his up in victory.

He didn't only win the battles, he won you each and every time he got to simply look at you, be next to you, kiss you.

He is obsessed with you, and he doesn't want to fucking hide it from the world.

#mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha smut #bnha smut #mha bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki x reader #mha bakugou x reader #mha bakugou

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zanarkandskylines · 3 months

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Operation: Shut Down

『♡』 fem!reader x bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ Senior year of UA | Characters are all 18 ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡ summary: during their senior year of UA, midoriya, bakugo and todoroki return to endeavor's agency for senior internships. while on a supervised patrol, bakugo experiences his first 'failure' as a hero-in-training and takes it extremely hard. reader makes an attempt to care for his fragile state when he returns to the dorms. tags & warnings: failed mission, ptsd/trauma, mentions of blood/gore/violence, depression & anxiety, mild angst, emotional comfort, semi-fluff, bakugo and midoriya hug!? a/n: similar to the "tidal wave" story, but this one is a bit grittier and heavier subject matter. hopefully this also isn't too OOC for bakugo! i figure at some point during their time at UA, or in the field, they’ll have to go through something similar to this on their own. ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 2,671 ꒱

Ahh, Saturday mornings - one of your favorite times of the week! There's something refreshing about being free from classes, surrounded by all your friends as you laze around the dorms. Yourself and Bakugo are usually the first two awake, often bumping into each other in the kitchen for breakfast. Midoriya and Kirishima are typically next, followed by a random assortment of the rest of the class. One thing's for certain, though, Kaminari is always the last one awake. Jiro swears it annoys the shit out of her that she needs to have an extra alarm to get him up, but he never fails to make her smile when she does.

Today, the dorms are on the quieter side as most of the class are off at their senior internships for a long weekend. You completed yours a few weeks prior, leaving yourself and Kirishima, Kaminari, Ashido and Yaoyorozu hanging around this weekend. Meandering toward the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal, you run into Midoriya, sitting at the small table - alone.

"Hey! I thought you guys were gone 'til Monday?" you ask, confused as to why he's back early. As you approach the table, you see the somber emotion painted across his face, the usual radiance in his eyes dulled.

"Oh, hey y/n. Yeah, we got back late last night."

There's something unsettling about the way he said "late last night." He still hasn't looked up at you. You place a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention.

"Everything okay?" He jumps a bit at your touch, startling you. He's not typically this jumpy. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Zu."

You can see he swallows nervously, his eyes glued to the table.

"Christ, Izuku! You're scaring me, spit it out already!" you urge, growing impatient with his evasiveness.

Midoriya finally turns to face you, his face not able to hide the fact he didn't sleep last night, the darkness growing under his eyes.

"It's Kacchan...," he starts, stopping for longer than you were comfortable with before continuing quietly. "He's in his room and hasn't come out since last night. He won't talk to me or Shouto."

Your stomach cartwheels with a sour feeling.

"You can't just say that and not give me more background on what the hell you're talking about."

He shifted uncomfortably in the diner chair, placing his head in his hands on the table.

"We were on a supervised patrol with Endeavor after dinner last night. The three of us were responsible for escorting a family across the city when Endeavor received an emergency call, taking Kacchan with him and leaving myself and Shouto responsible for the original task."

Midoriya paused, letting out a soft exhale.

"While on the emergency call, Endeavor ended up getting hurt -," he puts his hands up, waving them as he quickly interrupts himself to say he's fine before putting his head back down. "- due to a fall. Supposedly, the villain they were pursuing took advantage of that as a distraction. Kacchan was able to subdue him..."

Again with the damn pauses.

"...but?" You try not to sound too annoyed, but can't help it. You loved Izuku dearly, but he really needed to learn to get to the damn point.

"...but the civilian he captured wasn't so lucky."

What the hell does that mean?

Something in your gut tells you to sit down for whatever it is he's going to say next. You take the seat next to him, placing a hand on his thigh for reassurance.

"You...don't have to say anything if you don't want to, Zu," your tone shifting from your previous annoyance to concern.

He puts a hand on top of yours and gives it a squeeze. "T-thanks, but it's okay. Maybe you could try to talk with him? I had Kirishima try, too with no luck."

"Okay, sure. Do you wanna tell me what happened, then?"

You're not really sure if you should know, at this point. If Bakugo's locked himself in his room and refuses to speak to anyone? Some serious shit must have happened. He's not one to completely shutdown and isolate himself, let alone from Midoriya and Kirishima.

"The...civilian didn't make it. The villain planted a bomb inside of the civilian as, uh...a backup plan, I guess. It went off as Kacchan was escorting them to the ambulance for evaluation."

Your stomach stirs a second time, afraid to confirm what you think happened. "...so, you're telling me he saw someone...explode?"

He hesitates. "Y-yeah. Endeavor told us he went into shock, which isn't like him at all but completely normal, all things considered. He went non-verbal until we got back last night. He didn't even yell, told us he was going to bed, walked off and slammed the door."

"Fucking hell...do you know if he at least got some sleep on the drive back?"

"Funny enough, yeah. He fell asleep on my shoulder." He smiles faintly, trying to look at the positive in this situation. You can't help but smile, too, imagining Bakugo passed out on him without a care in the world.

Midoriya rubs two fingers against his temple - he's intensely fighting to stay awake. But who could blame him? His best friend just went through something extremely traumatic and he doesn't know the best way to help him.

You rub his back, attempting to calm his visible anxiety.

"Alright, I'll tag in. Please Izuku, go to bed. You need to rest," you assert, knowing that he would keep himself up until he physically couldn't stand if it meant helping a friend - especially Bakugo.

"Yeah. Thank you, y/n," Midoriya says wearily. As he stands, you jump up from your own seat to wrap him in a tight hug. He accepts, sighing into your shoulder as his body deflates into yours.

"Come on, I'll walk you back to your room."

───

After you walk Midoriya back to his dorm room, you go inside with him for a few minutes to be sure he actually gets into bed. He lazily crawls under the sheets, letting you tuck him in as his eyes are fluttering closed. You pat his head and mutter a 'night Zu' as you tip-toe to the door, carefully shutting it behind you.

Jogging up to the 4th floor, you make your way down the hall to Bakugo's room. You stand outside for a moment before knocking twice.

No response.

You give him a few seconds before knocking again.

Nothing. You don't hear any movement on the other side of the door, either. Maybe he's asleep?

One final try before you give up and resort to calling him.

Thudding footsteps are stomping on the floor from inside his room after the third set of knocks. The sudden sound shocks you as the door flies open, Bakugo's scowling face emerging from behind it, the whites of his eyes faintly pink in color. Has he been crying?

"God dammit, nerd! I fuckin' told you -," He doesn't notice it's you right away as he's shouting in your face. Once the realization sets in, he visibly recoils at his mistake. "...sorry. Thought you were Izuku."

"I could go dye my hair and draw freckles on if you wanna yell at me," you joke.

He doesn't laugh - not even an eyeroll.

Your heart sinks.

Neither of you say anything, standing there awkwardly as the air thickens between the two of you. Bakugo audibly exhales and you can't tell if he's annoyed, angry or...sad.

"Can I come in?" you ask humbly.

He says nothing, retreating back into his room - but, he leaves the door open for you. You take that as an accepted invitation, coming inside and closing the door behind you. He sits on his bed, knees tucked up to his chest as he scoots back to the wall.

Seeing Bakugo like this tugs at your heartstrings, despondent and detached, the opposite of any emotions he'd usually carry. You follow him to the bed and quietly ask permission to sit with him.

"Do you want me to sit with you, Kat?"

He doesn't move, just answers with a muted 'whatever.'

As gentle as you can, you climb onto the bed and shimmy next to him, back against the wall. You'll take this as a win, especially since Midoriya mentioned him not answering anyone else. You're about to say something as you hear a sniffle, confirming your suspicions.

Bakugo was and has been crying.

You reach over to put a hand in his hair in an attempt to comfort him. Instantaneously, he smacks your hand away - hard - and a spark jumps off his palm. Normally, he'd let you touch him without an issue - to an extent, of course, but right now? You understand why he wouldn't want any physical touch.

"Okay, I'll sit here as long as you want," you affirm, retracting your hand and pulling your own knees to your chest. "You don't have to say anything."

With that, the flood gates busted wide open. Bakugo whips his head in your direction, his nose red and eyes swollen, and frantically scrambles on to you. The two of you fall sideways into the pillows at the head of the bed as he wraps his arms around you into an awkward embrace. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, latching onto the back of your shirt with an ironclad grip as he begins to sob.

You have never heard him cry this hard over anything, not even after his fight with Midoriya back in their first year.

You don't wait for Bakugo to say anything before you're cradling him against you, one hand delicately stroking his hair while the other massages light circles on his back.

"I've got you, Katsuki, it's okay," you whisper soothingly while trying your damndest to stop yourself from crying along with him. You wish, more than anything in the world, that you could physically remove the memory from his brain to free him of this trauma.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay as long as you want."

He doesn't respond, only pushes himself deeper into your embrace. You can feel the material of your shirt sticking to your skin at your collarbone from his snot and tears, and you're definitely going to have bruises on your back from his fingers digging into you for support. None of that matters though in the moment, what matters is that he's getting the initial shock out of his system.

You're not too sure how long you both lay there, but with time, you can tell Bakugo's calming down by his sobs mellowing out. His body begins to loosen up, the tension melting from his tightened grip around you. And then you hear it - a low snore.

He'd fallen asleep.

You tilt your head back to get a look at his face. His features have relaxed around his puffy eyes and pink nose. Without thinking, you run a hand through his bangs, exposing his forehead and press a tender kiss to it. He doesn't stir and continues to take deep, sleepy breaths.

───

Bakugo wakes an hour later, dazed and exhausted. When he starts to shift in your arms, you open your eyes. You give him a hearty smile as he releases his hold, rolling onto his back next to you.

"Mornin' sunshine. How're you feeling?"

He snorts as his eyes focus on the ceiling. "Like shit."

He pauses before looking back at you. "But less than before. Thanks. I'm just fuckin' tired."

"You scared me, I've never seen you that upset before," you admit. "You don't have to talk about it now, or ever, just know that I'm here for whatever you need."

"I don't even know what to say about it. Shit sucked, but it's what we signed up for." He's very monotone, but at least he's talking.

You roll over to face him. "I'm sorry you had to see it."

Bakugo sighs. "'S what it is. I'll get over it. Endeavor told me the first one is the hardest, better to get it outta the way before becomin' a pro."

Damn, that made your heart ache.

"Just 'cause we wanna help people doesn't mean we can't also ask the same for ourselves. Heroes need a hero, too."

He lolls his head to the side and stares at you, a gleam in his tired eyes. "...yeah."

The room is silent as the two of you take a break from the rough conversation. If he doesn't want to continue talking, you don't push it. Instead, you offer a distraction.

"I'd love to take you hiking today, if you're up for it," you say with enthusiasm. "I know how much you love that one trail nearby with the overlook of the city."

Bakugo felt his heart flutter at the proposal, confusing the hell out of him, but offered a sense of comfort that he needed. He loved that you remembered something so niche about his interests.

"Maybe tomorrow."

"Sure! You tell me how early you wanna go and I'll get my ass out of bed. Just for you," you tease, jokingly smacking his arm. "We can get lunch on the way back from the hike, too. Wherever you wanna go!"

Between the swirl of emotions from earlier and how sweet you're being to him now, he's overwhelmed with a feeling he can't quite place.

"Y/N, can I ask you something?" he asks abruptly.

Well, that came out of nowhere.

"Always, Kat. What is it?"

He stalls his follow up, seeming to think a little longer on how he wans to phrase his question.

"Why...are you here with me?"

His question baffles you. "Because you're my best friend?"

Best friend, he repeats in his head.

You notice the pondering look in his eyes as he turns to face you, shifting to lay on his side.

"It's because I care deeply about you, Katsuki. Nothing'll ever change that."

"...promise?" His voice is shaky, a nervousness to his tone.

You reach out and touch his cheek, stroking it lovingly with your thumb.

"Is that even a question? Yes, I promise. You're stuck with my ass forever, like it or not. I’ll be cheering for you every step of the way."

He laughs - genuinely.

And then he smiles. Your heart soars into the heavens.

"There's my favorite firecracker!" you boast, squishing his cheek in your hand.

Bakugo huffs at the sudden affection, a dusting of pink on his cheeks and nose.

"Th' fuck?!" he curses, playfully poking your forehead. "I'm not a firecracker!"

“Coulda fooled me, Mr. Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight.”

The two of you play fight, cackling like children as the tension melts from the room.

Even if it’s just for a little while, Bakugo forgot about the agonizing dread from hours ago.

───

Later on in the dorm lobby, you’re sitting on the couch with Bakugo, feet in his lap watching TV as he’s reading a book. Midoriya comes prancing into the room, fresh faced from his nap. His eyes brighten when he sees Bakugo on the couch.

“Hey guys! Kacchan, how are you feeling?” he asks cheerfully, taking a seat on the couch next to him.

Unexpectedly, Bakugo wraps an arm over Midoriya’s shoulder, tugging him into his side.

“Fine, nerd. Thanks.” He lets go, puts a hand on his head and roughly fluffs his curls - just like when they were kids. Midoriya is so taken aback that he doesn’t say anything, he just smiles and relaxes next to him.

“What are we watching?”

You lean sideways to catch a glimpse of the boys together on the couch, co-existing without any negativity. Even after all the shit life throws at them, they still find ways to shove it all away to enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes, they just need a little help getting back to that mentality.

A silent huff escapes you as you lay back into the couch.

These boys are going to be the death of me.

i love these goobers and wanna buy them a lifetime’s worth of ice cream and take them to disney world to make them happy :’)

#bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo angst #bakugo x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #dynamight #bnha #mha #☆.rei writes

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doumadono · 9 months

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Synopsis: The BNHA boys confess their love to you for the very first time

MASTERLIST

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku had been feeling his heart race whenever he was around you, his girlfriend, but he was nervous about expressing his feelings.

One evening, you were sitting together on a bench at the park, watching the sunset after a long day of hero training. The colors of the sky reflected in your eyes, making you look even more beautiful, in his little opinion.

Izuku took a deep breath and, mustering up all his courage, he gently took your hand in his. He looked into your Y/E/C eyes and said, "You know, being with you makes me feel like I can do anything. You've always believed in me, and I can't thank you enough for that. I… I love you."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and then a bright smile spread across your face. You pulled him into a warm hug, replying, "Izuku, I love you too. You've always been my hero."

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo had never been great with words, especially when it came to expressing emotions. But he knew he had to tell his girlfriend how he felt because keeping it inside was driving him crazy.

You were spending a day at the city center, and Bakugo had been trying to build up the courage to say those three words all day long.

As the sun was setting and the sky turned shades of pink and orange, you were walking down the street, hand in hand. Bakugo suddenly stopped and turned to face you, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Listen, dumbass," he began gruffly, "I… I care about you a lot. More than I thought I would. Hell, I… I love you, okay? So don't go getting any ideas about leaving me or some shit like that."

Your eyes softened, and you hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Katsuki. And I'm not going anywhere, my fierce warrior."

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto had always been reserved, and expressing his feelings was a challenge for him. But his girlfriend had shown him what it meant to love and be loved, and he wanted to reciprocate that.

You were at a peaceful park, sitting on a bench and sharing some ice cream after another day of your internship at his father's agency. Shoto was staring at the ground, trying to find the right words.

Finally, he looked up at you, his heterochromatic eyes filled with warmth. "You've brought so much light into my life," he said softly. "I never thought I could feel this way about someone. But I do. I love you."

You smiled, and a tear of joy escaped your eye. You reached out and touched his cheek gently. "Shoto, you have my heart. I love you too, with all of it."

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Despite being a pro-hero, expressing emotions didn't come naturally to Hawks. But his feelings for you were undeniable, and he wanted to be sincere in his confession.

He decided to write a heartfelt letter, expressing all the things he admired and loved about you. He left it on your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers (yes, deep inside, Keigo was a true romantic at heart).

Later that day, he received a call from you. You were thanking him for the beautiful letter. Hawks asked if you liked it, to which you replied with a teasing tone, "Well, Mr. Hero, you're supposed to be observant, right? What do you think?" Hawks couldn't resist the playful challenge and responded, "I think… I think you did. Y/N, I love you." He felt the weight of his heart lifting as he admitted his feelings.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Dabi had always been distant and reserved, but his girlfriend saw through his tough exterior and understood the pain he carried.

One evening, you were sitting together on the rooftop of LOV hideout, watching the sunset. The warm colors of the sky seemed to ignite a spark of courage within him.

Dabi turned to you, gently intertwining his fingers with yours, and whispered softly, "You know, I've always believed that my heart was frozen, but you… you've been thawing it all along. I never thought I could love someone so deeply, but I love you, Y/N."

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you could see the sincerity in his words. You reached out and gently touched his cheek, "Dabi, you don't have to say more. I can feel it too. I love you too."

Shigaraki Tomura (Tenko Shimura)

Shigaraki had always been awkward with emotions, but as he grew closer to you, he found himself wanting to be more open with you about his feelings.

You had just finished a long and eventful day of planning their next move as villains. With everyone else occupied, Shigaraki and you found a rare moment of peace in the dimly lit common room.

As you sat on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, Shigaraki felt a mix of comfort and vulnerability, something he rarely experienced. He could feel his heart pounding as he debated whether or not to share his feelings. His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, and he finally gathered the courage to speak up. "Hey... There's something I've been wanting to tell you," he began, his voice unusually soft. "You mean a lot to me. More than I ever thought someone could. You're always there, supporting me and understanding me. And... I love you."

You leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Tomura, I love you too."

dividers by @cafekitsune

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andypantsx3 · 10 months

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TODOROKI SHOUTO : MASTERLIST

please be respectful! do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or otherwise share on other platforms. all my reader characters are fem + afab unless otherwise specified. please see individual fic posts for nsfw ratings and other warnings!

shouto writing tag | universal masterlist

MULTI-CHAPTER

ready or knot (est. 24K) : in progress

Todoroki Shouto is so unsettlingly beautiful, you’re certain he has to be an omega. That is, until a chance encounter with a pushy alpha reveals you were incredibly mistaken—and the surprises don’t stop there. Shouto's suddenly mystifying behavior adds another layer of complexity to an already confusing inter-agency investigation. It would be so much easier to figure things out—and suppress your growing feelings—if only Shouto would stop being so strangely attentive to you...

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[smutty one shot follow on: say the word and you know i'll follow]

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ONE SHOTS

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[a smutty one shot sequel to if i could keep cool]

DRABBLES + PROMPT FICLETS

a/b/o au (0.5K)

You think Todoroki Shouto is so pretty he has to be an omega. You quickly find out you are very, very wrong.

dragon au drabble series (various lengths)

You accidentally bring home a dragonling one day. He grows up...possessive.

seven minutes in heaven (1K)

Shouto is unfamiliar with a well-known game.

todobakureader domestic fluff (1K)

The sound of muffled arguing in the kitchen wakes you up on Saturday morning.

turn the heat up (0.7K)

On a lazy afternoon, your boyfriend Shouto is up to no good.

priceless (0.8K)

You get weird around all the expensive things in Shouto's apartment. Shouto shows you what's truly priceless to him.

wrong address (0.6K)

A mistake leads pro hero Shouto to your door. You promptly embarrass yourself.

attention (0.6K)

“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

melt (1K)

“What? Does that feel good?”

drunk shouto (0.7K)

Shouto gets handsy when he's drunk.

pet names (0.3K)

Shouto figures out you like pet names and sets about abusing his newfound power.

marked up (0.7K)

Shouto goes little shit mode. You (and Class A) suffer.

#character: todoroki shouto #andie's writing

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emmab3mma · 7 months

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'love notes' izuku midoriya x f!reader

IZUKU MIDORIYA x FEMALE READER

SFW OCTOBER! - DAY 2 - LOVE NOTES (yes i changed it cause i couldnt write lap pillow shut up) - prompt list

wc: 237

izuku loved you, oh how much he loved you. another thing he loved was giving you little notes.

When you went to U.A., he would leave little notes in your locker; ‘have a good day!’ he’d write, always signing it ‘izu’ with his signature smiley face. he’d always manage to sneak a little note into your notebooks, pencil pouch, backpack, wherever he could. He just wanted to remind you he was there. when he’d leave for missions or internships, or really any time you two were apart, he always texted you. random messages from him pop up on your phone during the day. ‘i love you ! :)’, ‘i miss you :(‘, or random tiktoks. those ones that say ‘send this to the prettiest girl you know’ or something you like.

he wasnt the only one writing notes, though. writing him notes was one of your favorite things. not during class though, especially when All Might was teaching. he’d give you the biggest glare if you passed him a note during All Might’s class.

when you two were married in the future, you two had a game. a game of hiding notes. you’d go to the bathroom and find a small note on the door when you shut it, you’d find one in your laptop. sometimes you would go to his agency while he was out and leave small notes in his office, or in his hero gear.

A/N: okay, i know im late and i'm so sorry! I'm a teacher who has no respect for her time 😭. I shouldnt be late next week, as it’s my district's fall break. Most of my October / kinktober posts will be short drabbles.

#x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x f!reader #izuku midoriya #deku #bnha #mha #izuku x reader #deku x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #fluff #fanfic #kinktober 2023 #sfw

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slayfics · 6 months

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Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter three: You ask Katsuki how his internship is going.

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After the sports festival, agencies scouted students who they wanted to offer internships for. Your internship kept you busy, with barely any time to rest.

You couldn't help but wonder how the internships with your other classmates were going. However, even though you had been at U.A. for a while now, you still hadn't made too many close connections with any of your classmates.

It wasn't that you didn't care for them, but everyone seemed to be a bit more extroverted than you and easily talked to one another. You never really found an opening to join in on any conversations unless someone personally asked you something.

This happened far and in between but was usually either Mina or Eijiro. Mina sometimes asks you about trivial things like where you get your accessories. Eijiro sometimes spouted out random words of encouragement at you. His enthusiasm always made you jump.

The only other person you had talked to at all was Katsuki, and that was never during school at all, and like the last two times it only occurred because you'd message him first.

You kind of began to feel like you might be a nuisance since he never messaged you on his own, but having a short amount of downtime you wanted to ask what someone else's internship was like. You opened your phone and messaged Katsuki.

Hey, how is your internship going?

It's fucking crap.

Wow really? You're with Best Jeanist though!

He spends way too long giving me dumb fucking makeovers. It's stupid, I'm not even learning anything.

What! No way makeovers? I want to see!

In your dreams idiot.

Aw fine- at least tell me what he did though!

Fuck no.

Come on, I'm sure it's not that bad.

Fine, only if you promise to stop pestering me about it!

Promise.

He messes with my hair every goddamn day. Taking up time that we could be doing something useful. The worst part is I can't even get this crap out of my hair.

I can help if you want.

Nice try nerd, no way I'm letting you see.

Bakugo I'm sure it's not as bad as you think. Let me help. I won't tell anyone about it.

Do you really think you get this out of my hair?

Yeah, I've got some tricks.

Fine.

Just like the other two times before, Katsuki was at your window shortly. You opened it to let him in and had to immediately cover your mouth to suppress a laugh. Katsuki's hair was slicked straight down with an overwhelming amount of gel in it.

"If you fucking even let out a breath of laughter I'll kill you!" He warned seeing your snickering face.

"Oh my god-," Your sides collapsed while holding in your laughter. "How much damn gel did he use??"

"You see what I'm talking about! This internship is a fucking waste of time!" Katsuki yelled back.

"Yeah this is pretty criminal," You agreed. "Why is he concerned about your hair anyway?" You asked and grabbed a comb, spray bottle, and towel.

"That's what I'm saying! This crap isn't important for hero work! He makes all his sidekicks and interns look like this." Katsuki said and sat on your floor.

You sat behind him and sprayed at his hair to get it wet then rubbed the towel over his hair, "I understand if he wants you to look professional but this completely ruins the rugged sexy look you usually go for," you spoke.

"Hu?" Katsuki exclaimed and turned around to eye for a second.

"Oh uh-," You felt your face get hot for a second. Why the hell did you just say that? "It's just um- every hero has a different look they go for you know? He should respect this isn't you," you said trying to recover from what you just said.

"Yeah, right," Katsuki dropped it and turned back around as you continued to work on his hair. You both sat in silence for as you worked on his hair. The awkwardness that had taken over the room felt suffocating.

"How is your internship going?" Katsuki asked, breaking the unbearable silence.

"Not too bad, I'm learning a lot," You said.

"Tch, must be nice," He grumbled.

"Don't be too upset, this isn't forever Bakugo," You tried to cheer him up. Finally freeing only one strand of his hair. The gel was not giving up.

"I just hate wasting my goddamn time," He said resting his head in his palm as you continued to spray and comb through his hair.

"It might seem like a waste now, but I'm sure in the future at least one thing he taught you will be useful. Besides, Best Jeanist is super popular, and when you're the number one hero it'll be useful to have learned some of his professionalism," You spoke.

"What did you just say?" Katsuki asked, picking his head up from his palm.

"Like repeat all of it? Were you really not listening Bakugo?" You said slightly irritated pulling harder on his hair.

"Nah- Just... ah fuck neverminded," He grumbled, putting his head back to rest on his hand.

"What part? Tell me," You insisted.

"The part about me being the number one hero, you didn't say if you said when," He said. It had been a long time since anyone had accepted his ambition as absolute. When he was a kid his other classmates marveled and said he would be the top hero one day. But as he got older things seemed to change. Even his parents, while they encouraged him, didn't look at him the same as when he was a kid.

"What about it? Isn't that what you're always yelling about?" You asked confused.

"Yeah- well- maybe you're not that stupid after all if you know it's the truth," He said, masking whatever emotion he was truly feeling.

You laughed, "Just make sure not to ever have this hair when you're the top hero alright?" You teased him.

"Because you think it's sexy the other way right?" He teased you back bringing up your earlier remark. Your face flushed and the comb slipped out of your hand landing on the floor. As it did, Katsuki's hair suddenly poofed back up.

"Um- uh- that's not what I said-," You stuttered trying to redeem your embarrassment.

"Save it," Katsuki laughed. "You can't take it back now," He stood up and flashed you a smirk. "Not sure how you did it," He said, running his hands through his now normal hair. "But thanks... or whatever. I gotta get going, see you in class," He said and left through your window.

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eris-snow · 1 year

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐭

✨Quirk accident

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, fluff, bakugou's birthday series 2023

Bakugou and you get hit with an attachment quirk.

“So you’re telling me…” Bakugou growls, hand clenching yours. “We’re stuck like this.”

You don’t like Quirk accidents. Sure, you haven’t been in one, but you’ve heard plenty of stories of the sheer mayhem it could cause if the Quirk accidents weren’t handled properly.

Your Thursday that day had been used as a hands-on internship at your respective agencies because of a villain from the Hero Gala attack running around chaotically while setting things on fire.

There are two things that happened today:

Number 1: Bakugou and you caught the villain.

Number 2: The villain got you with his Quirk.

After a long, drawn-out interrogation that only ended around noon, Bakugou and you learnt the following.

The asshole’s Quirk was called “Attachment”, and meant that Bakugou and you had to spend your next 24 hours in each other’s presence. Sharing skin contact, as the villain explained weakly, was also needed in order to prevent both of you from suffering from panic attacks.

Your face heats up in utter embarrassment.

How cliche.

Aizawa takes one look at the both of you and declares the both of you as excused from your respective internships, before ordering you to shift all your necessary items into the living room. That was going to be the makeshift arrangement for this one night until the Quirk wears off.

Your homeroom teacher dismisses you with a tired yawn, and that’s when you’re shipped off back to the dorms with no one but yourselves to keep you occupied.

“This is stupid,” Bakugou snarls. “No way I’m sitting around here all day. You up for some hand-to-hand combat?”

Your heart jumps at the idea of normalcy, making you nod your head vigorously. “Let’s.”

The both of you make do with this. You change inside the bathroom while Bakugou stands with his back facing the door, and the physical combat checks out the villain’s lame Quirk criterias.

“Your kick is too low!” Bakugou yells at you while blocking your hit with his arm. “I know you can do better than that, Sunshine! Don’t start going fucking easy on me now!”

“It’s on,” You deadpan, landing a counterattack on his shoulder. “Don’t start getting all cocky, got it Bakugou?”

“Like hell, I will!”

That activity occupies you for a good few hours before you get back to the dorms.

After you’ve showered and gotten fully clothed, Bakugou and you try to complete homework. It’s obnoxiously subconscious, because that’s exactly when the Quirk starts to act up again.

You and Bakugou have a mutual, silent agreement to minimise as much physical contact as possible, and this Quirk had decided to derail your plan just for the fun of it.

Bakugou doesn’t like the idea of touching you. With his Quirk and the numerous number of people talking shit about how dangerous his Quirk is, he’s reframed from touching others ever since the dawn of middle school. He doesn’t want to hurt you, whether intentionally or not.

But even with all of this baggage, the pull towards you is too strong for him to ignore. He thought that just being there with each other would be enough to satisfy the Quirk, but apparently, he thought wrong. You look fidgety too, with the way you struggle on a math equation you can typically solve in your sleep.

Bakugou almost gives out when you stand up to walk towards the kitchen for a quick glass of water. It’s fucking stupid, that all it takes is 5 seconds without you and his hand is quivering aggressively with his breaths getting more laboured with the next. “Idiot,” He grits out, trying to ignore the anxiety that pools in his chest.

It only gets worse.

Unable to bear it any longer, Bakugou stumbles to his feet, staggering to where you headed without him.

He glares at the sight he sees when he rounds the corner. You’re stabilising yourself against a table, two quivering hands supporting your entire body was you take long, deliberate breaths.

“Dumbass,” He rasps, causing your head to shoot up to face him. The pull towards you is better now that you’re in closer proximity, but it’s not enough.

Those words echo off the walls of his brain.

Not enough.

He’s walking over to you, but it doesn’t do much to calm the storm of fear-stricken thoughts in him.

Not enough.

He takes one look at your face and grimaces. You’re having a hard time as well.

NOT ENOUGH.

Bakugou caves. “Give me your fucking hand,” He grits out, shoving his hand towards you. You don’t even think twice.

Your fingers intertwine as both of you take sharp inhales of relief, the haunting fear dissipating immediately the moment you make contact. “Never do that again,” Bakugou says, yanking a glass off the counter with you in tow, filling the cup up with water with one hand. “What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” You reply, taking the glass from him, looking embarrassed. “Sorry.”

Bakugou clicks his tongue. You’re such a Dumbass sometimes. Red eyes flickering to your joint hands, and Bakugou swallows back his initial annoyance.

“Let’s just go back.” Bakugou settles on, dragging you to the living room where your study materials. He tries to ignore the feeling of your hand in his, tries to think of anything to keep his brain from spiralling into the direction he refuses to acknowledge.

Your hand is a perfect fit in his, like it was made to be there.

You hold hands like that the entire time you’re doing homework.

It's quiet and incredibly awkward at first, but soon you and Bakugou learn to ignore it, and soon conversations start up again with a lot more life than before.

You remember that day vividly. The hand holding, the constant contact, the innocence behind it because Bakugou never overstepped boundaries with you. He needed the contact just as much as you did, and instead of getting all handsy, he opted for the most innocent form of touch.

You remember falling asleep on the couch with his hand in yours long before your classmates arrive home. It was the evening, and you both are drained from every goddamn eventful thing that happened so far over the month of April. Cherry blossoms symbolise change, and oh, boy, did it symbolise how far gone you were when it came to your crush on the blond Boom Boom Man.

His birthday was coming up, and you still hadn’t planned out your gift for him. You glare at your phone as you and Bakugou sit there in a somewhat comfortable position, with his arm resting on the couch and your hand lying on his. You can feel your eyelids start to close, and with how exhausted you were, you manage to drift off with success.

Bakugou glances over at you and sighs, tugging your phone away from your face and placing his away too. Just watching you snore peacefully is enough to get him yawning too. He lays down on his arm, head resting on the couch near your face. Fuck if he cares if his neck hurts tomorrow morning.

All that he could focus on now was how comfortingly warm your hand was, and how he wished that he didn’t need a Quirk accident to grasp it for the first time. He’d need to man up someday to spit out his feelings to you.

for the first time. He’d need to man up someday to spit out his feelings to you.

That day just…wasn’t today.

When you wake up the next day, it’s to half the fucking class gaping at you in unhinged surprise.

Bakugou and you have a lot of explaining to do.

#mha #mha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fluff #fluff #bakugou katuski x reader #my hero academia #bakugou's birthday series 2023

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aspenforest732 · 5 months

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Mortem ad Wrens Chapter 15: Our Brothers Must Bear

Summary:

tw: mention of bullying, gang relations (positive), drug use mention, addiction first patrol starts a little early

Notes:

‘text’ JSL Text thoughts

Akira leapt to their feet, snatching their journal, suddenly very aware of where their decoded notes were. Of where they were. Glancing out the window, Akira quickly confirmed that the nearest roof was close enough to warp if they needed to.

The door burst open as one of the monitors called out “Sir, there’s a bank robbery in progress at…” the man stopped as he took in the room. “I can send the backup evening patrol if you need-”

“No, we can go,” Fat Gum interrupted. After the man gave the address and left, he continued, “We’ll discuss this later.”

Torn between Aizawa being called and potentially carrying out the threat of expulsion and going on a mission when their teammates knew, Akira forced themself to nod and their feet to start moving as the trio rushed out of the agency. The early evening sun painted beautiful hues of red and purple across the sky as Akira ached to run along the rooftops. The group slowed as they approached the police barriers, and Fat Gum asked the situation.

“Thanks for starting a little early tonight,” a detective with colorful freckles said. “We’ve got two quirked individuals confirmed inside with twenty hostages. One of the tellers is following orders a little too exactly, so we suspect one of them has a Master quirk. The other’s quirk is unknown. Good to see you again, Suneater, and is this your new intern, Fat Gum?”

Mortis nodded, fighting to keep their face neutral. ‘I’m Umbra Mortis,’ they signed, Fat Gum interpreting.

The detective looked a little confused but shrugged. “Well, let us know if you need anything from us or want to talk with the perps.”

As the detective walked away, Mortis signed to Fat Gum, ‘Isn’t it possible that the second is under the villain’s control as well? I can try to get a higher angle to see their face, or I can warp in. I’ll have ten minutes of invisibility.’

“Try the higher ground first but be careful. If you can’t get a good look, come back here and we’ll discuss options.”

As they warped to the top of a lamp post, Mortis focused on their mindscape and noticed a new shadow next to them. Interesting… later. Mortis carefully crouched on the post’s thin head before leaping to the next one, testing their braces’ boost to cover the lack of momentum. There was a whisper of a whirring noise, but it shouldn’t be audible from more than half a meter away.

After jumping around a few spots, Mortis finally got a decent look at the second assailant’s face. With only the bottom half clumsily covered by a mask, Mortis took in the person’s face and posture and deemed them likely under the other’s control. Too-relaxed shoulders, blank eyes with an underlying tension, and gun in a death grip.

Ten minutes nearly up, Mortis softly made their way back to Fat Gum and stepped into their clone from behind. ‘The one with the hostages is most likely under the other’s control,’ Mortis signed. ‘His body language and eyes gave it away.’

“Do you think the control is weak enough to break with an emotional shock or blunt force?”

‘Unknown, although the victim is straining against the control so it’s possible the villain needs the appropriate distraction.’

Fat Gum nodded, and Suneater activated one clam and one octopus arm, what seemed like his usual shtick. “Stay behind us,” Fat Gum said. “I’d feel better if you were invisible, but don’t strain your quirk too much. Only engage if necessary.”

Mortis nodded, leaning up against a building before warping behind them and putting a hand on Suneater’s back. They paused briefly in curiosity as the constant burn they usually felt was still the moderate discomfort it had been since lunch. It did flare a bit with their active quirk use, but not nearly as much as what had become their norm. With his acknowledgement, the trio headed for the front entrance, and Mortis waited a moment before warping in through a window, dispelling their clone with the step’s motion. They’d still technically be behind the pair but in a better position to help if needed.

As Fat Gum rushed the first victim, Suneater extended his tentacles out to grab hold of the mind controller, only for him to freeze moments before he touched the man. Looking between the two, Mortis noticed that Suneater had met his eyes. Darting forward, they ducked behind one of the pillars before warping closer to the villain. Keeping their eyes around the man’s midsection, Mortis darted to the side and shoved him hard as a knife sliced at their costume. He stumbled, and the first victim started to slowly come to awareness, dropping their gun in the process.

Dancing back, Mortis saw Fat Gum directing the victims out the door while lightly shaking Suneater, who remained unresponsive. Mortis activated their capture scarf and snapped it out to coil around the villain, slamming him to the floor on his back. As the wind was knocked out of the villain, Suneater blinked back into focus along with the teller, and Mortis maneuvered the scarf to keep tension while leaving their shoulders, making it visible, before walking over to dispel their clone.

Fat Gum raised an eyebrow at the floating capture scarf, and Mortis acknowledged with a dip of their head that he knew they were keeping the villain occupied. ‘I wasn’t sure if he’d have control of quirks and him potentially controlling Sun Eater’s was quite dangerous, so checking the physical disruption theory seemed logical.’ Recoiling their end of the capture weapon, Mortis set the villain on his feet and covered his eyes with his own mask before maneuvering him to Fat Gum. ‘His quirk might be initiated on eye contact, and he either dropped his first victim by default or the connection was more tenuous due to being active for longer.’

“He also either can’t control quirks by proxy or was unsure how mine worked,” Suneater added. After Fat Gum checked them over for injuries, the trio made their way outside and handed off the villain to the police. They gave statements and filed capture reports before finally starting patrol now that it was 18:45.

“Most situations won’t put the burden of a judgment call on you,” Fat Gum explained while eating from a tray of yakitori. “Unless I specifically give you the choice as I did back there, remember to wait for my instruction to engage. Self-defense is permitted, but paperwork gets complicated when students use quirks without a license.”

Mortis nodded, munching on a few of the treats even though they weren’t hungry for once – usually a warning sign, now a sense of security. ‘May I ask a question about your quirk, Fat Gum?’

“Sure, kid,” he beamed.

‘Are you always hungry or do you constantly eat to keep your optimal percentage?’

Fat Gum laughed and Mortis cast a worried glance at Suneater, who just tucked into himself. “Most people don’t think to ask about the difference. I only get hungry when I’m running low on body fat and after patrols, so I eat to make sure I don’t lose ground. And you?”

Mortis shrugged, ‘I’ve always been hungry since I got my quirk. The only times I’m not are when I’m reaching the bad end of starvation mode, sometimes when people make comments about how much I eat, and since I ate lunch today.’

The heroes frowned, and Suneater said, “What do which people say?”

‘Mostly students from other classes, some random people, and Rich- one of the girls in my class. And they don’t say much, just comments about weight gain and not thinking about others with how much food I take.’ Mortis noticed their right hand starting to reach for their left so moved it beneath their costume to ground themself with the tassels instead.

Fat Gum stopped, rounding in front of them and kneeling to get on eye level. “Umbra Mortis, you have a good, brave heart and deserve so much more than the basic necessities.” At Mortis’s hesitation, he slowly put a hand on their shoulder, riding out the flinch. “You do. You’ve been dealt one of the worst hands in life, and I’m here to bring some good into it.”

After a moment, Mortis realized Fat Gum was waiting for a response and nodded, signing 'thank you' as they looked away.

As the large hero got up, Suneater asked, “Did the visualization help?”

Mortis grinned, pushing aside their confusing tangle of emotions for the time being. ‘I think so! I noticed something as I was warping, although I didn’t want to focus on it while there was an active hostage situation.’

Fat Gum grinned. “That’s great! And good judgment call, I know discovering something about your quirk can be a little distracting.”

Suneater offered a shy smile before hiding back in his scarf. They continued patrol for a few hours, busting a couple petty criminals, when Fat Gum got an alert on the Hero Network.

“Gang dispute,” Fat Gum sighed as he started sprinting in that direction. Suneater and Mortis quickly followed suit, the latter quickly getting frustrated at the sheer number of people who almost stepped into them. “Umbra Mortis, take the rooftops if you’re more comfortable, but stay close.”

Immediately, they did so as Suneater elbowed them to dispel the clone. Almost flying across the gaps, Mortis had to hold back to stay even with the grounded pair. They still arrived on scene a few seconds faster and observed the rising tension before warping back down next to Fat Gum and Suneater, dispelling their clone with some pocket sand.

‘No shots fired yet, but multiple Changer and Brute quirks active. 10 versus 8 over border dispute. Jets versus Sharks.’ Mortis quickly informed them.

“Leaders or lieutenants?”

‘One lieutenant on each side, quirks don’t have a visual component or aren’t currently active.’

Holding up a hand for Mortis and Suneater to stay back a pace, Fat Gum walked up to the entrance of the alley and sighed. “Haya, Hikaru, I thought it might be you two.” The closer lieutenant whipped around to face the hero, both faces flushing in… embarrassment?

What the hell? Akira looked to Suneater, who seemed done with the situation but still held a little tension.

Fat Gum put on a disappointed dad face as he continued, “This is the Jets’ week to protect blocks 14-16. If you need help remembering who’s supposed to protect this section when, just ask anyone from my agency. If someone got hurt, you know I’d have to report it, and remember your families for kami sake.”

Both lieutenants wilted and grumbled an acknowledgment, a few members looking confused as they dispersed.

‘You… work with gangs?’ Akira asked hesitantly.

“It’s more of a recent development, but as long as they provide proof of weaning people off drugs and sending them to hospitals when they can’t provide the needed help, I’m willing to work with them. They protect their own, and it didn’t take much for them to see the community as part of ‘their own.’ They also help report FQM and other dangerous activities from outside groups.”

Akira nodded, glancing at Suneater, who had a pensive but curious look on his face.

“You’re not concerned about that?” the boy asked.

‘You know what I come from, and you know what school I go to. How do you think I survived long enough on the streets to get in?’ As Fat Gum went to speak, they added. ‘It’s a good group, we protect our kids. We have a little more drugs going on than this situation, but none of the minors have access to them. I just wasn’t expecting a twilight to be so open about working with gangs. Usually that falls into more of an underground’s purview.’

“Has Eraser Head not taken you in? I know he’s helped vigilantes find placements in good homes before,” Fat Gum looked at them confused.

‘I don’t want to be more of a burden. I tried living with the partner and rehoming systems my group has, but I’m too expensive for most of them and bring too many risks for the others.’ Akira shrugged. ‘Eventually, I found it best to just live on my own.’

Suneater sharply sucked in a breath, “You were reworking your budget.”

Akira cringed but nodded. ‘Can’t get a legal, much less stable, job with just a P.O. box, and to get more of an address, I need a stable income or savings.’

“And U.A.’s assistance programs require an address and a guardian to sign,” Suneater murmured. Fat Gum looked perturbed, starting to say something before shaking his head.

The rest of patrol passed largely without incident, the trio only stopping a couple petty thieves and helping someone the older two seemed to know back to rehab. Akira tried to put thoughts of the Wrens out of their mind, but the nagging worry of now two people knowing the key to their past wore down the edges of their nerves as they grew jumpier than usual.

Notes:

Fun fact: based on how tall Kirishima is in comparison to Fat Gum, Akira at most comes up to his waist. I also googled Japanese street widths to determine that, especially since the opposing roof seems relatively close in the anime, the street size including sidewalks is at most 60 ft. I feel a little silly lol I decided to do that little collection of oneshots I asked if y’all wanted the other chapter, and I was thinking up a name. At first, I was like oh I can do a play on Memento Mori and do Memoirs Mori since their surname is Mori… wait. I double-checked the meaning of memento mori (remember you must die), and it finally hit me. Mori not only means “forest” in Japanese but “death” in Latin. I feel like my friend definitely commented on that once but it didn’t stick I guess lol I’ve got 3 ideas so far, 2 of which are or would have been canon and one is pretty light. Each short story will say where in the timeline it's placed (if at all), so check the summaries for tw and if you want to avoid spoilers I probably won’t get a sensitivity reading for them unless I feel a strong need to for particular ones. As always, I’m very open to feedback. If you ever have a concern or question feel free to comment or dm me.

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jaymadii · 13 days

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FAMILY MAN [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader]

Bakugo Katsuki made it to the #1 like he said. Nothing is holding him back - not his omega status, his anger issues, Deku, or you. He has everything he has always wanted. He’s the best.

Bakugo is busy running his own agency in Musutafu, while you’re off in the states making bank inventing high tech support items. Neither of you have spoken in 11 years. Which is fine - it’s fine, not like the greatest hero in Japan would waste his time thinking of you. Until he has to.

A quirk incident send Bakugo into the body of a version of himself that didn’t break your heart the day after high school graduation - that asked you to stay when you had the internship in America instead of pushing you away. Now stuck in the version of himself that he was terrified of becoming - a mated omega. He’s suddenly living behind a white picket fence with a husband and twin 5 year olds, for an unknown amount of time, and no way to get home.

A few have been asking for more Omega Bakugo. I recently watched “The Family Man” (2000) so the plot of this story if you want it would be heavily based on that plot but accommodated to the MHA universe.

#bakugou imagine #bakugou x male reader #bakugou angst #bakugo katuski #mha imagines #alpha male reader #bakugo x male reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #omega bakugou x alpha reader #omegaverse #mha

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oddree13 · 3 months

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Steddie MHA AU

Steve never dreamed of being a hero when he was young. Partially because it didn't fascinate him like it did the other kids, but mainly because his dad found the idea to be boorish. Hero work was for idealists and a form of manual labor. But that didn't stop Harrington Inc. from manufacturing support items and profiting from the hero industry.

Steve's quirk manifested later than most, and it happened during his middle school baseball game. That's when the choice to be a hero was made for him. What should have been a simple swing sent the ball flying out of the park, unraveling as it flew. It was caught on video and soon news outlets were playing the clip on repeat, and that's when his father saw an opportunity. What better way to expand Harrington Inc. into hero management than by molding his own son to be a top ranking hero.

And that's how All-American came to be.

Before Steve knew it he was sent off to the top hero school in the country already with a hero name, costume, and scheduled appearances. After all Richard Harrington always had money to spent on status. He was sent to every top junior hero event and without being asked was signed up for every competition.

It's not that Steve didn't enjoy hero work. Once he got into it he really found a fondness for it and really grew at his internships. And once he graduated he was under Richard's thumb less and less.

Sure he stuck to the gimmicky baseball schtick - his signature item was a bat that channeled his quirk and his costume was a classic 1950s baseball uniform - but it was worth it. He was recognizable and kids were always eager to meet him.

And over the years he climbed up the American hero ranks. It was when he cracked the top 20 that his father gave him a slightly approving nod and when Steve didn't feel the rush of approval, but instead a rising anxiety, he knew he needed a change.

That's when he took up his best friend Robin's job offer. When she wasn't called in for hostage negotiation - her language quirk lent itself to that - she taught at their alma mater. She's been bugging him to join their staff for ages and Steve finally accepts.

He loves his job as a teacher and his inital batch of first years capture his heart. Particularly a small cohort of hero hopefuls who keep calling their future agency "the Party". His first year goes off without a hitch and come second year he's happy to have his same homeroom.

But as the weeks go on Steve starts to hear more and more about one of new Heroics teacher, a solo vigilante type who goes by his first name - Eddie. He's seen him around the staff areas, and from what Robin tells him he took the job after Principal Hopper brokered a deal with the hero commission following an incident. But that's not what's bothering Steve. No, what has him riled is the way his kids suddenly worship a hero who seems to flaunt all the values of heroing.

And all that's made worse by the way Steve can't stop staring at him.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #myposts #mha au #stranger things #robin buckley

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sannasruins · 1 year

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late night comforting

bakugo x reader

type: comfort (reader giving)

warnings: reader has animal-based quirk but animal is not described

a/n: i didn't really know where i was going with this, i'm not sure if it turned out the way i wanted, but i needed to post it before i ended up deleting everything i wrote to start over. reader is gn in this but does live in the girl's dorm. it also ended up being way longer than i intened

word count: 2.3k

The time on your laptop read 2:17 AM, you sighed, running a hand down your face and then brushing a few strands of hair, which had fallen out of place and into your eyes, away. When you signed up for the hero course at UA, you did not expect to have your precious hours of sleep stolen by practice reports assigned to you from your internship under Rabbit Hero: Mirko.

You had picked to intern under her, not only because you would be her first-ever intern, which made your chest swell with pride, but also because you expected to be in the action. Due to her lack of owning an agency and always being on the move you had naively hoped that there would be a lack of paperwork you would have to do interning under her in comparison to a hero who owned an agency, this obviously was not the case though.

So, you have found yourself at now 2:18 AM, filling out patrol reports for every patrol you had gone on over the winter break. Grumbling to yourself, you crack your knuckles and try to stop letting your thoughts roam, focusing your eyes back on the form shining through your laptop screen. That was, until you heard a faint thud come from outside your room. Utterly done with trying to focus on the work in front of you, you decide to investigate the sound.

Nobody else should be up at this hour, you think to yourself, despite being teenagers, the people filling the class 1A dorm were also heroes in training, bodies and minds tired from the constant push to get better, to be better, and most found themselves asleep by 11, in a feeble attempt to get enough sleep to function the next day. Your eyes adjust to the darkness outside of your room as you venture out, softly closing the door behind you, hoping to not wake anyone who wasn’t already awake. You strain your ears, trying to pick up anything that might lead you to the source of the earlier sound. Thanks to your animal-based quirk, your hearing was better than most humans, and if you focused really hard, you could just barely hear harsh gasping breaths of another human. It was coming from the boys side of the dorm on your floor. You, now slightly worried, made your way to the elevator, pushing the button to call it to you and bring you down to the first floor, where you switched over to the boys elevator, not before throwing a hasty glance over your should, as if anybody would be sitting in the dark common room at 2 am. The elevator dinged and the automatic doors slid open, you quickly entered and jammed the 4th floor button, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited for the elevator to make the ascent. It dinged once more, notifying you that you had arrived at your destination. You were not as quick off as you were on, your anxiety creeping into the back of your mind, reminding you that you were not allowed to be here. You shook your head, as if to shake the thoughts out, and took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and making a first tentative step out of the elevator and into the hallway. You tried to make your footsteps as quiet as possible, their sound was almost completely drowned out by your heart hammering in your ears. You stopped in front of the first door, forcing yourself to breathe, to slow your heart rate, so you could listen for the haggard breaths you had caught earlier. You could still hear them, and you were much closer now, but that wasn’t the right room. You silently moved on, tiptoeing and listening, until you arrived at the 3rd door in the hall, this was the source of the sound.

You bit your lip, hard, to ground yourself, before tentatively knocking on the door, barely hard enough to make a sound, hoping the occupant would hear. Their gasping breath immediately stopped, and then a raspy voice came from behind the door, “go away.”

Your eyes widened, it was Bakugo, you had long forgotten who belonged in each room and you were not expecting his voice to be the one to emerge from the same body that was just gasping for air moments ago.

“Umm, its y/n,” you paused, maybe waiting for a response, though you didn’t expect one, “I, uh, I heard a thud?” Your voice rose at the end of your statement, as if you were asking a question. It wasn’t a question though; you know you heard it. “And, well, it sounded like, from your breathing I mean, it sounded like someone was in pain… or something.”

He didn’t respond right away, leaving you in silence, and right as you started to open your mouth to say something, not that you knew what to say, his voice cut through the quiet. “You could hear that?” His tone was almost accusatory, as if you had no right to hear him, but there was something under that, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it sounded almost, afraid.

An awkward giggle left your mouth before you had time to stop it, the last thing you wanted him to think was that you were laughing at him. “Yeah,” you confirmed his question, “its cause of my quirk, I have, um, heightened hearing.” You tapped one of your ears, as if he could see you. God was this nerve wracking; you weren’t expecting the boy who breathed as if tears were clogging his throat to be the same boy that had to be chained to the winners’ podium at the sports festival. You were always friendly with him and were friends with the same group of people but to be honest his intensity was a little intimidating, and you didn’t love the feeling it gave you when he called you an extra. You had to put away those doubtful and unkind feelings though, because right now it sounded like there was someone in need, and as a hero in training, helping that person was basically your only job.

You cleared your throat, and breathed in. “Bakugo, can I come in?”, you asked, though your hand was already on the door, not waiting for an answer as you were sure it was going to be one of denial.

“No, lea-” he was cut off as his door slowly swung open, revealing the shadow of your figure, backlit from the moon's light streaming in through the hall’s windows. The faint moonlight illuminated his face, sparkling ever so slightly in the trails of tears that fell down his cheeks. Your eyes moved up from his dampened cheeks to his eyes. Red, glistening in the soft light, and in them, a storm of emotions. Surprised, angry, scared, mournful. You didn’t know his eyes were capable of holding that many emotions, all you’ve ever seen them hold before was indifference, and rage.

His eyebrows furrowed at your entrance, “leave.” he demanded. You shook your head in response, stepping in and softly closing the door behind you.

“What are you doing? Get out.” his voice was still quiet and low though, each word almost caught in his throat.

You approached him and sank down onto the floor when you were about 2 feet from him. Tilting your head in concern, you asked him, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”. He shook his head in response.

You scoot closer, reaching out one tentative hand, he flinched slightly at your approach but didn’t say anything, maybe he was too tired, too exhausted to fight anymore. You put the palm of your hand against the side of his face and, using your thumb, whipped away some of the tear streaks that stained his cheek.

“...bakugo,” you murmured, your eyes soft with concern as they met his, “what’s doing this to you?.” He didn’t grant you an answer, so you asked a different question.

“Are you having nightmares?”, his eyes shifted downwards for a few moments, before fliting back up to meet yours. He pursed his lips, and then nodded his head just barely, giving you a nonverbal confirmation.

“Oh,” a saddened sigh falls from your lips, and you think back on all the things that have happened over the school year, “Yeah, a lot of really scary things have happened to you, haven’t they?” He stays quiet so you continue on.

“You know, you’re always so bold, and loud, and brave. Seemingly ready to face anything, everything, no matter what comes your way… you appear so far above the rest of us, miles ahead of the pack. And I don’t think anything you could be feeling, will take away that lead you have.” you pause, thinking, “Bakugo, no matter how impressive you are, you are still just a teenager, like the rest of us. We’re kids its unreasonable and unrealistic to think that everything that has happened to you wouldn’t have an effect.” His red eyes are cast to the floor, but he has made no move to remove your hand from his cheek. You lift your other hand, placing it on his remaining cheek, and gently lift his face until your eyes meet again.

“Nothing that has happened, not your kidnapping, not All Might retiring, not the sports festival, none of that has been your fault.”, his eyes widened. He shook his head, releasing it from your grasp, as his breath started to quicken again. A battle going on inside of his head raged, wanting to let go, let down his barriers, to let it all out, fought against the urge to stay strong, to remain an idol above the rest, incapable of lowly human feelings like fear and doubt and guilt.

"Do you think you're having panic attacks?" you inquire, hopeful maybe you could offer some advice, to help him with what was going on outside of his control but still in his mind. He gave a noncommital shrug of his shoulders, but that was enough for you.

"I have panic attacks, sometimes," you continued, "it makes me feel like I can't breathe like I'm sitting on train tracks, watching a train approaching me, with no sign of breaking, and though I am untied, no bound to where I sit, I can't seem to get out of the way." he didn't make any movements, or give any sign that he wasn't receptive to what you were saying, so you kept on.

*"There's a couple ways I know how to help myself when I feel like that. Sometimes, I need to feel not alone, so I'll go knock on Uraraka's or Ashido's door, sometimes ill need a hug, and sometimes I just need to be in another person's presence. I focus on my breathing, getting it in control, and having it enter a steady rhythm. Or I'll list things that I sense, to ground me, what I can see, what I can smell, what I can hear," you stopped, not knowing what else to say, "just know, you're not alone in these kinds of feelings, and there are ways to help." You looked at him, really trying to get your message across.

“It’s not weak.” you told him, “To show your feelings I mean. It’s not weak, it is just human.”

His shoulders lost their tension, and he collapsed forward into you, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise, you realized he was crying into your chest.

What a strange sight it was, seeing the boy you thought only capable of anger, crying on you in the low light. You hesitated, before reaching one hand up to rub his head, finger running through the surprisingly soft blond hair. It was quiet for a while, the only sounds being his already quiet cries, muffled by your shirt and chest, and your heartbeat, steady and slow.

“You’re so strong,” you spoke out loud, though not directly to him, “I didn’t even think you could be suffering like the rest of us.”

The two of you sat there, on the floor, for a while. Long past from when your legs had gone numb, or when your arms grew tired, or your mouth dry. You sat still, not wanting to make a wrong move and have his tentative emotions quickly retreat back into his shell. After a while his violent cries had stopped, morphing into gentle shakes, and those, in turn, changed to a calm stillness.

Finally, he pushed you away, turning his head away and using the back of his arm to wipe his face. He sniffled, and then swallowed, before turning his face to yours, his eyes slightly irritated and puffy from the tears he had soaked into your shirt.

“Thanks,” he said, and you could tell from the way he spoke that that was all he was going to say. You smiled at him, before getting up and brushing imaginary dirt from the tops of your legs, “you’re welcome.”

You then turned and made your way to the door, and without looking back you added one more thing before you left, “good night, Bakugo.”

When you had finally made your way back to the safety of your dorm room, you wiggled the mouse of your laptop, checking the time. The clock now read 3:41 AM. Your eyes widened and mouth fell open, taking in all of the unfinished reports you still had to do.

“Damn,” you sighed, squeezing your eyes closed, and then closing the laptop, shutting off the only light illuminating your room. Left in darkness, you apologized to your future self that would be waking up in the morning, for their lack of sleep and the mountain of paperwork still left to do.

*as someone with an anxiety disorder, I just used the things that help me when I am having a panic attack, these things will probably not be universal, i know some people do not like to be touched when they are having a panic attack, i just wrote what i know is true for me. :)

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #boko no hero academia #my hero academia #fanfic #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugo katuski #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugo x you

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delawaredetroit · 5 months

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The placements of our born quirkless characters in the obstacle course are interesting to me: Izuku was first while Aoyama barely qualified for the second round

Izuku's perspective has us in the mindset that Izuku is scraping by the skin of his teeth. And that's not entirely untrue. One for All was still too difficult to use in a sustainable way. But from an outsider perspective, he didn't do badly. He was first in the first round and survived the second round despite a significant disadvantage. He only lost against the guy who can make glaciers with the flick of his wrist and it was a close fight. (Unless the goal was getting internship offers from pros, then yes he failed spectacularly)

Aoyama on the other hand barely passed the obstacle course and he had no agency in what happened in the second round. He continued to the one on one battles despite knowing his skills didn't really bring him that far. And he lost in a publicly embarrassing way to Mina. Like he didn't do well, and that's concerning considering he was only one actually fighting with his life on the line (If he lost his place in the hero course because of a bad performance, there's no way All for One would let him and his family live.)

#bnha reread #bnha chapter 26 #bnha #aoyama yuuga #midoriya izuku #something abt how aoyama probably learned to over rely on his ill suited quirk and his belt to get by over time #izuku didn't particularly rely on his quirk that didn't suit his body until in a one on one setting with no other resources available

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star-light-imagines · 1 year

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Bakugo x quirkless reader that uses alot of support items to get by in the hero course. (Gender neutral)

Bakugo and the reader spar for the first time and the reader ends up beating him.

How would bakugo end up reacting to the loss?

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ ⁭ Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! This was my first time writing a battle scene so I got really excited.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ ⁭The reader is part class 1-B and they end up sparing during the joint training arc, bakugo's team doesn't win this time around.

Notice Me.

⋆ ★ Included- katsuki bakugo x reader. class 1-A/class 1-B training arc. season 5 spoilers. battle scenes. eventual fluff. bonus content.

⋆ ☆ Warnings- gn! reader. katsuki bakugo cussing. !season 5 spoilers! tense battle scenes. blood. bakugo mildly hurt. reader mildly hurt.

⋆ ★ Word Count- 4,972

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'You're quirkless.'

'Pick another dream kid.'

'Give up already.'

'Don't you get it? You will never be a hero.'

The memories coursed through your mind on repeat, throughout your whole life there has never been one person who truly thought you could become a hero, much less get accepted into the U.A. Hero Course. You had never let other people's opinions deter you, being a hero was your dream and you weren't going to give up no matter how hard you fought for it.

After you didn't develop a quirk at five years old your parents had taken you to the doctor, only for you to be diagnosed as quirkless. You had been devastated at first, but you never gave up hope that you could still become a hero and the major reason why you decided to keep going was Best Jeanist.

You've always looked up to Best Jeanist, even before you found out you were quirkless. He wasn't as flashy or strong as All Might but watching him made you feel that anything was possible as long as you worked for it. He became a goal for you to reach and eventually surpass someday, and you never looked back as you continued to fight and claw inch by inch towards that finish line.

After the U.A. Sports Festival, The number 4 hero had sent a request for you to intern with him and you had been over the moon for days. How could you not be? Your favorite hero noticed you and saw enough potential in you to take you into his agency and mentor you. The excitement did die down when you noticed Bakugo was there as well, you would watch him from afar. You had already realized how strong the explosive blonde was from the festival and was amazed at the sheer amount of strength he possessed.

Something about Katsuki Bakugo reminded you of all the people who would refuse to notice your determination, your strength towards becoming a hero and take it seriously. He never once looked at you during the festival or the internship, as if he didn't even realize you were there. While you would get on site training, he would be getting reformed. The image of any angry pomeranian at the groomers had you holding back laughter each time you saw him with combed hair.

Nevertheless, over the months you kept watching from the sidelines as he grew stronger and faced each challenge with ease. The sight stirred at your heart, he was motivating you to try even harder than you already were. The gap widened between you two, the sinking feeling in your heart as you raced to reach where he was but never quite getting there was gnawing at you.

If I could just get him to look at me...

Determination rushed through your veins as you prepared for your match. Bakugo was a fierce opponent when it came to strength , speed, and intellect. If your team was going to win, you would have to have a strategy. The team circled, mumbling in hushed voices over what the best course of action was.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Togaru doubted.

"It has to." Setsuna assured him.

"I believe it will work, especially with y/n on the team." Kojiro boasted with praise.

"Thank you Kojiro, I won't let you down. I won't let any of you down. We will win for sure."

A stern look overtook your features, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched as you focused. A gentle hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, Setsuna smiled warmly at you, her eyes softening upon meeting yours.

"You don't need to prove anything to us y/n, we know how strong you are. This plan won't work without you, so let's show class 1-A how much we've grown okay?!"

A bright smile formed on your lips as you all happily started to walk to the beginning position for the match in Ground Gamma.

Confidence started to take over the insecure thoughts that had once plagued your mind, you have worked just as hard as anyone else if not more. You had gotten stronger, found equipment that was more essential than before and honed in on your skills. This is your chance at proving without a doubt you deserved the spot you have the hero course.

Maybe if I can get him to notice me then...

If I could finally get him to acknowledge me...

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　

The bitter winter wind buzzed around the students as the groups from Class 1-A and Class 1-B got into position. Bakugo's team was desperately still trying to come together with a plan in the last few moments before the match began.

"They have y/n, so it would be easiest to capture them first! However since they are the weakest link they might hide, Jiro could always use her quirk to locate them though." Sero contemplated deep in thought.

"I don't think y/n will be as easy to capture as you think, they are definitely stronger than back at the sports festival." Jiro breathed out.

The conversation finally caught Bakugo's attention from where he was standing, he gazed at the group before him and scoffed in annoyance.

"Heh! Who?"

"Jesus Bakugo, do you even remember anyone from class 1-B? Y/N the quirkless student who was using all the support items in the sports festival." Sero sighed in annoyance, then explained.

"You're worried about a quirkless wannabe? Are you kidding me?!"

He clicked his tongue with frustration , crimson red eyes glaring holes into his teammates before he continued.

"We leave them for last, they are obviously going to rely on their team for safety so we take it from them. Now listen up, this is what we are going to do."

Bakugo demanded their attention while laying out his plans for the match ahead, making sure everyone knew their roles in the team and that he would be the one to lead them to victory. Soon after he finished explaining, the siren blared through Ground Gamma causing both teams to rush into action.

He charges through the arena, deafening explosions shaking the ground as he goes. His eyes quickly darted over the area searching for the rival team as he moved further ahead from his group, he glanced over his shoulder to see them racing to keep up with his increasing speed. A large smirk formed on his lips, his ash blonde hair covering his eyes as he looked down for a moment with satisfaction at the team following his lead.

Movement from the corner of his eyes caught his attention, breaking his prideful thoughts and returning his attention to the battle ahead of them.

THERE!" Bakugo roared letting out a loud explosion from his palm as he placed himself on a pipe below his feet. "EARS!"

"It's Jiro!"

His eyes scanned the area as he waited for her to locate the whereabouts for their opponents, The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as the tension in the air grew thick through the silence. His hands crackled in anticipation of an attack at any moment, when Jiro's voice broke his concentration.

"SHE GOT ME!" She screamed eyes wide in frustration at the realization they were in a trap.

Bakugo grunted out a non verbal response before Setsuna voice appeared next to him, he quickly reacted throwing his arm defensively towards the voice only to see a mouth talking to him. Cackles echoed off the metal pipes as Setsuna laughed at bewilderment she had caused in the explosive blonde, noticing how his red eyes had gone wide at the use of her quirk.

"It's over now, I used Jiro's search ability against her." Setsuna snickered in glee.

Sero acted quickly, his tape zigzagged the structures surrounding them acting as a barricade and a form of protection from the other team. His pulse raced with adrenaline as his eyes searched the area, keeping a lookout for their blind spots when he noticed movement not too far away.

"Bakugo, over here!"

The blonde snarled out in annoyance at the trap his team had been led into, his brows knitted and his nostrils flared as he breathed out in frustration.

Kojiro had taken his opportunity to spread adhesive glue on Sero's tape and surrounding area, effectively trapping them in the confined space they occupied.

"Shoot, it backfired!" Sero bleated.

A sharp sound of metal scraping had attracted their attention towards Togaru who was heading towards the pipes directly over their heads. He sliced through the pipes effortlessly, sending them flying down towards the team. The pipes were ones specifically attached with Sero's tape and the adhesive glue, the realization hit them that if they were to be touched that would be the end of the match.

Sato, prepared to sacrifice himself in order for the others to get away, rushed in front of Sero and Jiro, hands raised in anticipation from the collision. Explosions blasted the sliced metal away with a resounding silence as the pipes crashed into the ground, scattered debris flying from the harsh impact. Sato's eyes widened as he turned to see Bakugo's hands still outstretched towards him while he dogged Setsuna's body parts.

"Bakugo!" They cheered in amazement.

"I'll start with Jiro!" Togaru advertised, as he rushed towards the girl.

Jiro gasped as the hard boot came into contact with her back pushing her out of the way of impact. Bakugo's palms crackled as he lined up his hand with the blade user, his voice thundered off the walls as he set off multiple rounds of explosions.

"I'VE GOTTEN EVEN STRONGER!"

The team recuperated for a moment while the other group stalled in their attacks, taking in the information they gained about Class 1-B from the brief capture attempt. Anger and determination etched into Bakugo's face as his pupils flared with rage, a muscle in his jaw clenched tightly as he spoke.

"I've decided. I will have complete victory in every fight"

"4-0, no injuries! That's how someone who's really strong wins!"

Motivation renewed among his teammates as they listened to his determination, they rushed forward into action once more. Bakugo explosions propelled him into the air as he maneuvered his way around the terrain, wild red eyes searching for his first victim. Sero watched in amazement while eyebrows furrowed in thought, his mind plaguing him that something about the situation at hand was wrong.

"Jiro, are you able to pinpoint y/n's location?" He questioned suddenly.

"Huh? Wait, no I don't hear them at all."

"I have a bad feeling about this. that sneak attack would have been the perfect moment for them to show up and assist the team, don't you think?"

"Maybe you were right in the beginning and they are safely hidden away?" She repeated his words from before the match as her shoulders lifted slightly.

"Hm." His eyes looked into the distance while his mind raced to piece together their strategy.

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　

Bakugo chased after Kojiro blind with rage as sent explosions flying towards the glue hero who kept escaping narrowly. His explosive bursts of smoke had constricted his vision as he was led down a dark pathway, not paying as much attention to his surroundings as he should have been.

You were perched high on a steel 6ft staff that you placed in preparation between the two buildings. The area allowed enough darkness to block your figure from view if the opponent was moving fast enough to not look carefully, the black stealth bodysuit as your hero costume also aided in the ability to hide from searching eyes.

The explosions rumbled through Ground Gamma, the closer he got to your location the more the buildings shook from the force. You breathed in slightly, your movements still balanced on the staff as you concealed your presence to the oncoming threat. You watched from above as your gaze calmly landed on Bakugo, the fierce blonde being led right into your trap. Kojiro spun around on his heels, suddenly throwing Bakugo off guard as he escaped to the roof above.

"KEH! STOP RUNNING YOU COWARD!" Bakugo snarled nostrils flaring as he reached out his palm to the retreating figure in his view.

"I would be more worried about yourself." You whispered , your hands gripping the staff as you whirled your body around picking up momentum from the sudden movement before releasing your grip and hurling yourself towards him.

Your foot inched closer towards him as you posed for maximum impact, he narrowly dodged moments before your foot would have hit his spine. Your lightweight steel toe boots instead made contact with the wall behind him, the impact caused the cement to crack as the building rumbled at the force dust and debris filling the air around you.

His face contorted into a scowl hiding the brief moment of shock that rushed through his facial features. He hadn't noticed you and wasn't expecting the attack you had launched at him, the only thing that had saved him was his impressive response time to your movements. He eyed you through the smoke, your eyes were trained on him, calm and unnerving that caused his mind to race.

Who is this extra?!

Why wasn't I able to sense their presence until moments before the attack?

His eyes examined the damage to the wall and how there was now a crumbling hole where your foot had made impact, the ground still shaking from the force you had used.

Did you have a power type quirk?

He couldn't shake the feeling he was missing something as he analyzed the opponent before him, you seemed familiar in a way as he continued to stare at you in silence. Your h/c blowing around your face from the cold wind, causing your cheeks to turn a rosy hue just barely noticeable under the slim fabric of the mask covering the area around your e/c eyes and top of your cheekbones. You had seemed so oddly familiar but as he searched through his memories he couldn't quite place you, it irritated him further as he gritted his teeth sending rapid fire explosions your way.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

The steel staff had dislodged from its place between the buildings upon the quaking from the ongoing battle. It fell towards the ground collapsing into its condensed travel form, you maneuvered through the explosions as you retrieved the staff hitting the button on the side for it to extend back out. As the rod rushed out into the 6ft length once more it had hit the ground launching you to a safe distance away from the explosions. You took a quick breath before flipping your wrist and aiming towards a position behind Bakugo's line of vision, the Kevlar Wrist Shooter shot out a thin thread and dart at an incomprehensible speed. His eyes couldn't keep up with your movements as the strong thread swung you along, it barely being noticeable to the naked eye without light reflecting off the thread and with the darkness of the area it seemed almost invisible.

"You've lost Bakugo. Give up now." you declared suddenly showing up at his side the steel staff raised defensively against his neck.

He scoffed. "Are you afraid you face me head on?! You keep fucking attacking when my back is turned!"

He side turned to face you amusement played on his lips before he grabbed the staff with one hand and sent a powerful explosion towards your face sending you flying backwards. The staff was ripped from your hands as he threw it far in the distance.

"AH! I KNOW NOW!" He jeered, eyes blazing widely in your direction as your head hit the ground.

"You must be the quirkless wannabe! HAHA!" He mocked with a laugh as he watched you lay on the ground, the explosion had ripped your mask in half revealing more of your face.

"I'm not going to go easy on you just because you are quirkless, prepare to die!" His voice boomed out as he moved towards you recklessly.

His movements stopped suddenly, the silence filling the air after his voice had died out. You looked up at him barely containing the happiness you were feeling in that moment, a smirk forming as you took in his confused expression when his movements were constricted.

"I wouldn't move too much! It's thin kevlar thread, the strongest thread available on the market, can't melt and it's basically unbreakable. Since it's so fine the more you struggle and force your way out the more harm you'll do to your body, so if you don't want to lose that arm stop struggling."

When you had first picked the spot of the trap, you had placed a few lines of kevlar in different areas to confine him from leaving easily once he got there, and once you had him trapped you had placed reinforcements all around him to suppress his movements even more. He just needed to get tangled in one in order for your plan to come into fruition, there wouldn't be much he could do after that.

"FUCK OFF!" He roared out in frustration, his wrist snapping against the thin thread he tangled himself into as he let out more rounds of explosions.

Blood trickled down from the cuts forming on his arms at the movement as he hissed in pain. You finally stood up recovering from the earlier blow to your head, you glanced his way and sighed in annoyance knowing he wouldn't make this easy.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He screamed pulling the pin on his gauntlets letting out a powerful explosion.

He managed to escape from his unseen bindings during the explosion, shredding the sleeves of his costume in the process and destroying one of his gauntlets. He breathed heavily the stinging pain darting through his body not only from over using his quirk, but from the thin cuts the thread had caused over the length of his arms and legs.

His mouth twisted into rage as he took in the damage you had caused, pops crackled in his palms as his fingers twitched in anticipation.

A quirkless nobody had trapped him.

No, a quirkless nobody had managed to make him bleed!

The thought caused his blood to boil as anger flooded his thoughts, he raced towards you lifting his remaining gauntlet as he pulled the pin aimed in your direction. You had narrowly escaped the wild attempt at you before dozens of separate explosions went off around you, the sheer force of them sending you flying as the debris ripped at your skin and costume.

Blood trickled down a cut on your cheek, dirt and dust covering you head to toe as you coughed out viciously grasping onto air. Your body had been thrown into one of your own kevlar traps causing the threads to sting at your skin from the impact.

"You aren't the only one who knows how to set a trap! While you were busy maneuvering from my explosions to get your staff I placed grenade bombs around the area!" He boasted in pride.

Upon looking at your beat up figure he scoffed at the sight of your broken wrist shooters, he had purposely aimed for them in the last explosion after realizing how they worked.

"KEH! Without your equipment you have nothing, you are nothing!" He taunted as he walked closer.

"That's not true!" You bite back acidly.

"It is, you have no weapons left! You are just a useless excuse of a hero!"

The taunting echoed through your mind as you screamed in frustration, he was only a few steps away from you now lifting up his hand to pull the finishing move. The cuts on your arms bleed heavily as you ripped them from the tangled trap of thread they had been placed in, you will yourself to move through the piercing pain as you stomped your feet hard on the cement ground. Your boots buzzed as they let out a whoosh of air impact propelling you into the air as you aim your steel knuckle duster towards your target.

The momentum rushed towards Bakugo at an unexpected speed, he had no time to counteract as your fist made an impact with his face. The slim steel knuckle duster sending out a cracking sound before the impact of the punch caused the stun gun add on to react. Within seconds it released a bright light of electricity as it ran through Bakugo's body, his muscles contracted from the sudden onslaught of electricity coursing through his veins as he fell to the ground.

You had stumbled to your feet as the air lift your boots had given you ran out and your body started to grow unsteady at the blood loss. Hands defensively reached out in preparation for another attack from the explosive blonde only to be met with silence. Your eyes glanced towards the ground where he was groaning in pain trying to move his body.

"MY NAME IS Y/N AND I AM A HERO!" You shout with as much energy as you can muster as you lean against a wall for support.

His eyes darted towards your lazily as he faded in and out of consciousness, taking in your battered worn out form with the tired bright smile placed on your lips. He grunted in response frustrated as he tried to move his arms but they wouldn't listen to his desperate command.

"You notice me yet Bakugo!? I'm as much of a threat as Todoroki is for the number one spot, don't ever forget that!"

He faded out of consciousness at your proclamation, darkness over taking his thoughts with the last thing he saw being your face beat up but bubbled with laughter. The bright e/c eyes shining in the light as a few stray tears rolled down your cheeks in satisfaction of your achievement.

Notice you?

Of course he noticed you.

How could he ever not notice you?

How did he go so long without realizing your existence?

Not only were you quirkless but in the hero course, you were somehow stronger than him. Managing to bring him down with your strategic planning and willpower to succeed, even if you had to use support equipment to do it there were plenty of people he's fought with quirks and tools and they had still lost against him. However, you were different from them and did the impossible proving how strong you truly were.

Watching you throughout the battle motivated him, pushed him to keep going. He wanted to do better, prove to you he could throw back anything you threw at him, not hold back punches no matter how much of a monster he may look like against a quirkless student. He would have to rematch you eventually, and then he will show you just how much stronger he had gotten from this match.

His thoughts raced back to you and how you shined beautifully among the unsettled smoke, how your happy smile stirred something in his heart that he couldn't quite place in the darkness of his subconscious.

So beautiful.

You are so beautiful and powerful.

He hated losing, but maybe it wasn't so bad to lose to you.

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｡･ﾟﾟ･ Bonus Scene:

Class 1-A and 1-B had decided to celebrate the hard work shown in the joint training session with a party. The dormitory was filled with laughter as the students mingled and gushed over each other's abilities they had shown hours before.

Bakugo watched you from afar as you laughed lightheartedly at something Setsuna had said, your cheeks still rosy from enduring the cold weather for so long outside. A jab at his side forced him to turn his gaze away from you and to the red haired intrusion now at his side.

"What do you want 'shitty hair'?" He barked his question out.

Kirishima laughed in response as he placed his arm over the blonde's shoulders, glancing at you from across the room before making eye contact with the red eyes glaring at him with annoyance.

"Geez lighten up! It's a party!"

Bakugo scoffed in response at the attempt.

"How about you go talk to y/n then instead of watching them from the corner like a stalker."

"How about you say that again and I'll make sure you can never walk again!"

The red haired boy laughed unbothered by his friends' harsh words, instead choosing to find the humor in them. He patted his shoulder as he moved away from him and took a few steps towards your direction causing the scowl Bakugo was sporting to falter a bit.

"Where are you going?" He asked cautiously.

"To meet y/n! I haven't gotten to actually introduce myself to them yet and they seem nice."

"No."

"No?" Kirishima questioned amused.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and stomped his feet as he walked towards you. He lifted his chin towards Kirishima as he passed him with annoyance clear on his face.

"I'll go talk to them, so you just leave us both alone."

"Of course!" He replied happily.

Setsuna's eyes had widened at the sight of Bakugo walking towards them, voice going silent in the middle of her sentence forcing you to look towards what had caught her attention. He was angrily stomping as he walked, crimson eyes making direct contact with yours causing your heart to flutter at the intense gaze.

He's actually noticing me now, not just oblivious to my existence like before.

He stopped a few steps from you, letting out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. His hand reached back out towards you, waiting for a handshake in return so you placed your hand in his as you shook hands on a truce.

A smile brightly lit up your face as the two of you started to go over tactics and strategies used in the match.

"You did good today." He said softly, looking away from your eyes as he spoke.

"Thank you! So did you!" Heat rushing to your cheeks at the unexpected words.

The two of you paused for a moment in awkward silence, neither knowing how to carry on the conversation from moments before.

"Your support items were well thought out, do you have more?" He asked, breaking the silence, eyes still trained on his other classmates away from you.

"Yes! I really have tons! The older ones or the ones that I don't find as useful stay in my room, but I like having a variety I can choose from for different situations." You rambled bubbly, excited at explaining your items clearly.

"Can I see them sometime?"

The breath got stuck in your throat as you gasped lightly not expecting him to ask that question so suddenly.

"Yes!" You eventually mumble out looking away from him as well in embarrassment.

Setsuna watched the awkward and clumsy exchange from the sidelines and not being able to take the tension anymore from the both of you she interjected with a swift topic change.

"You two must have learned a lot of Best Jeanist when you both were interns there."

Bakugo's eyes widened as his gaze darted back to you, meeting your flustered face and wide e/c eyes staring back at him.

"You were at Best Jeanist too?"

"Yes, you didn't exactly acknowledge me back then." You laugh shyly in response.

"I notice you now."

Extra Bonus Content:

The Support Items I thought of for the character, even though not all of them made an appearance these were in my mind for the character throughout the scene.

Pocket staff- Extends into a steel 6ft staff, its heavy & sturdy enough to be used for combat and stealth attacks. (Placing staff in high areas and waiting for the enemy to walk under in order to sneak attack.) Attaches to the belt loop in compact form as a keychain for easy access.

Steel Stun Gun Knuckle Dusters- Slim compact Knuckle dusters that go over your gloves, upon hard impact with surface or person it releases a stun voltage.

Kevlar Wrist Shooters- Two compact wrist shooters that have 50ft of fine kevlar thread and darts that will hook them to any surface. This makes a good capture weapon as well as a movement tool because you can essentially hook the thread to various buildings and swing.

Air Lift Boots- Lightweight ankle boots with steel toe that has the ability to lift the user with a large force of air gusting out from the heel upon stomping the heel with enough force. This helps with speed and movement and in a pinch can work as a double sided weapon / escape tool.

Mask with Night Vision Adaptation- Eye mask that has automatic adaption feature in the dark for night vision.

Utility pouch strapped to thigh- holds fog marbles, compact laser , and emergency aid

Fog Marbles- Marbles that once smashed create a dense fog for 3 minutes to either assist in sneak attack or escape method.

Compact Laser- A small flashlight looking laser that can cut through hard and soft surfaces. Very good for stealth missions where you have to enter an area without much noise.

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⋆ ☆ A/N- I was definitely nervous writing the fighting scenes, I hope it turned out okay for everyone. Also, when I started this I wasn't sure which way I wanted to go with it but I'm pretty happy with how It turned out.

Feel free to send in requests, I have them open.

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