#i should not be left alone with my thoughts a kaminari denki and a todoroki shouto discussing how shouto cannot firebend
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you receive a love letter in your shoe locker from an anonymous admirer
characters: bakugou katsuki, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shouto
genre: fluff. very slight angst.
word count: 3.2k+ total, 400-700 per character
warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, feelings of doubt (mostly all fluff though)
author’s note: i’ve been on spring break so i found some time to write this! i absolutely love writing for these six (not like they’re my faves or anything pshhhhh—)
BAKUGOU KATSUKI
he’s already fuming the moment you open your locker and hold out the pastel pink card, sealed by a shiny heart sticker with your name written in smooth calligraphy.
it doesn’t take much for him to realize some other dunce head is trying to make moves on his girl.
and he absolutely won’t stand for it.
he stomps over to you and snatches the letter right out of your hands as you’re reading it.
your complaints go ignored behind him while he inspects the writing with the most livid expression.
you know that ugly face he makes when it comes to his over-exaggerated anger? the one with his eyes all squinted and the corners sharpened upward?
that’s his face as he continues reading, growing more twisted at every mushy sentence this anonymous admirer had the gall to say to you.
at one point, he can’t stand to read it anymore so he crumbles the letter in his fist before igniting it into crisps.
you scold him for causing such a scene and letting his anger get the best of him, but bakugou is still annoyed about it regardless.
“tch, who the hell does this shithead think they are, trying to make moves on you when we’re already together?! i’m gonna kill them when i find out who it is!” he exclaims, hands instinctively sparking with heat that scares off the other students walking by.
you mentally facepalm at this. still, you go about reassuring him that you won’t be swayed and take his hand to walk to the dorms together.
“katsu, you know it’s going to take more than a love letter to make me leave you, right?”
“heh, damn right, it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more that’s for fucking sure,” he sneers, a confident smirk on his face as he knows everyone else never had a chance with you to begin with. they can keep sending those letters and he’d make sure to burn them before they could even reach your hand.
on the way back to the dorms, he makes a conscious effort at pda—arm wrapped around your waist while his eyes glare daggers at any extra that even so much as looks at you the wrong way—asserting his claim over you.
meanwhile, having bared witness to that whole scene, your secret admirer is trembling in the corner. they make note to never send you another letter again unless they want their life to flash before their eyes in a fiery explosion.
KAMINARI DENKI
surprisingly enough, kaminari takes the whole situation more positively than most people expected.
in fact, he’s actually prideful about it.
just as he’s about to head over to your locker so you two could walk to class together, sero pokes his shoulder.
“hey, did you see all those written love confessions in y/n’s locker?” sero whispers behind his cupped hand near kaminari’s ear.
the blond scrunches his nose, confused. “no. what love confessions?”
“the letters that were stuffed in your girlfriend’s locker.”
again, kaminari is still puzzled at this. he realizes there’s only one way to understand what sero means.
when he glances in your direction he’s met with you fumbling around with a pile of letters balanced in your arms. his vision zeroes in on the envelopes, deciphering the fancy stationary and pretty embroidery.
oh. they’re love letters.
“other people are trying to make moves on your girl. what are you going to do about it, kaminari?” sero chimes in with an important question and honestly, kaminari can’t exactly make out a solution. or rather, he feels he doesn’t need to.
sure, he should be a little annoyed over the fact that others are disregarding your relationship.
yet could he really blame them for taking such a liking to you?
you’re pretty, smart, nice—the whole damn package.
he’d be more shocked if you didn’t have any secret admirers lurking around.
kaminari decides to leave his friend’s question relatively unanswered and continues his trek to your locker.
“hey, pretty girl! whatcha got there?”
taken off guard by his appearance, you nearly drop all the letters in your arms.
“denki, you scared me!” you exclaim. “these? they’re just some love letters some anonymous person placed in my locker. don’t worry though! i don’t plan on returning their feelings.”
smiling at how quickly you reassure him, he crosses his arms behind his head. “nah i’m not worried, babe. i don’t feel threatened or anything. it only makes sense that my girl is popular after all!”
you’re pleasantly surprised by how rationally he reacts to the scenario. though, knowing his character, he can’t just seem to leave it at that.
“yep, seems like we’re quite the popular couple!” he grabs your hand, wanting to show each other off as you make your way to class.
the bakusquad sees this as another opportunity to egg him on.
“and just how many love letters have you received since the beginning of the school year, kaminari?”
the blond freezes at the question. kaminari bites back words, but begrudgingly answers.
“...zero.”
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU
“heya, babe!” kirishima enthusiastically calls to you, approaching your shoe locker. “ready to go back to the dorms?”
“yeah! in just a second though!” you reply.
as kirishima comes closer, he sees you occupied with some envelopes in your hand.
“what’re all those?” he asks, pointing at the refined stationary curiously.
“ah some letters gifted to me from an anonymous admirer. something about wanting to make their feelings finally known, but i’m not interested in them,” you say, clearing up everything before a misunderstanding could arise.
“oh, that’s cool.”
you quirk a brow at how relatively chill he is at this revelation. you were expecting a bigger reaction at this, but kirishima just simply smiles his genuine, care-free smile.
you don’t think much of it though. shoving the letters in your bag to dispose of later, you walk side-by-side with him to the dormitories.
little do you realize that kirishima actually mistakens this as pure, platonic admiration rather than infatuation.
to him, if they had really wanted to profess their love to you, they’d do it in person where you could see and hear them. not behind fancy penmanship and some pretty paper.
after all, that’s what a true man would do!
but as the days continue to roll by, he’s starting to have second thoughts.
“y/n, i’m telling you, with the amount of letters you keep receiving from them, you gotta find out who this person is!” he overhears mina lecturing you at your desk, going through another pile of notes that were left in your locker from that morning. lately, you’ve been greeted by an astounding number of these things each time you visited your locker.
“mina, there’s definitely no need for me to go out of my way to find this person.”
“aw, but look at all the sweet things they said about you!” mina recites a line from one of many letters. she muses about how the writer sentimentally compares your aura to that of a dandelion wisp in the wind—free and lighthearted yet fleeting and out of reach.
“how romantic!”
you roll your eyes, indifferent, but one side-glance at kirishima from your desk tells you that he’s beginning to interpret the situation differently.
the redhead has to admit that all those things that anonymous admirer said to you were… pretty sweet.
kirishima has always been a man of action—an passionate believer that actions spoke volumes compared to words alone. however, after hearing all of that, he’s wondering how he’s able to compete in that aspect.
he seeks you out during lunch and asks you something beneath a lonely corner of trees.
“y/n, do those kinds of things make you happy..?”
you tilt your head, curious about what he’s exactly referring to. one glimpse back at his demeanor in the classroom earlier with mina gives you an idea.
“do you mean all those letters i keep getting?”
kirishima nods slowly.
“well… i have to admit, it is nice to know that i’m ‘liked’ by other people,” you phrase delicately. “but all those pretty letters and sweet words don’t mean anything to me if they aren’t coming from you. besides, i always thought it’s better to let your actions speak for you, don’t you think?”
hearing your answer, kirishima’s face lights up immediately. before you can properly react, a pair of lips meet your cheek.
you rub the warm skin where his lips touched, flustered for a moment. kirishima grabs your hand, walking you two back to the lunchroom with a newfound surge of conviction in his steps.
MIDORIYA IZUKU
“ooh, look midoriya, seems like someone else has a crush on your girl.”
as midoriya’s tidying up his red shoes and bringing out his slippers for class, his male classmates inform him of the pink envelope held in your hands.
midoriya looks over in your direction. he watches as you peel the letter out of the envelope and begin reading its contents.
he doesn’t miss the slight flustered look on your features, observing how you scan through the writing while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, glancing over your shoulder as if your secret admirer was peering at you from behind.
“you better hold onto her tightly if you don’t want her stolen from you,” one of the boys warns, more so as a joke, but midoriya doesn’t take their banter lightly.
“knock it off, guys. just because someone else likes her doesn’t mean she’s going to leave me or anything,” he says this with as much confidence as he can muster, but his demeanor betrays him.
when he goes past your desk in the classroom later, he can’t seem to meet your eyes.
“good morning, izuku!” you greet him mirthfully. however, midoriya fails to return the greeting with the same enthusiasm.
“g-good morning, y/n…”
it’s hard for you not to notice that something is up by the way he heads straight to his desk afterward without another word.
throughout class, midoriya finds it a challenge to concentrate on anything but that letter you received that morning. his mind stumbles into the hole of bad possibilities—ones of you leaving him, those sweet words from your anonymous admirer making your heart flutter more than he ever has.
“—zuku… ‘zuku… izuku!”
he gets pulled out from his thoughts by your voice and turns to see the concerned look on your face.
“you okay? you haven’t touched your pork cutlet bowl this entire time.”
he stares down at his food, untouched since he sat down. “oh sorry, i guess something’s just been on my mind today.”
your brows knit together. “it’s about the letter i got today, isn’t it?”
midoriya stares at you, debating whether to deny your statement, but knows it’s pointless to try when it must have been obvious.
you take his silence as confirmation and grasp his hand that lays flat on the table.
“izuku, look at me,” you tell him and watch as his eyes slowly trail to you. “you know i wouldn’t leave you over some silly letter, right? no amount of words they can say to me could ever make me think differently about you.”
at this, a comforted smile spreads on midoriya’s face. he nods and squeezes your hand as a sign he took your words to heart before chowing down on his food, the uncertainty inside him disappearing.
SHINSOU HITOSHI
“another one?” you inquire to yourself in disbelief, opening your shoe locker to discover a rose-colored envelope waiting for you atop your slippers.
“dang, y/n, that’s like the fourth one this week!” uraraka comments, peeking over your shoulder.
“ooh! i wanna see what they wrote for you this time!” mina approaches from behind. you allow her to grab the delicate letter from your fingertips.
she over-exaggeratedly clears her throat, unwrinkling the paper by pinching at the sides. “‘you are the one who brought me sunshine when i only saw rain.’”
“aw! how sweet!” uraraka clasps her hands above her heart, seeming almost moved.
though the girls are all smitten by the love poem, you bite your tongue, hoping to suppress the urge to gag in front of them.
your boyfriend shinsou is on equal wavelength as you, witnessing the scene unfolding so early in the morning. he’s grown tired of replaying this spectacle for the past four days now.
his eyes navigate to the note and envelope in mina’s hand. by the script and the use of the same stationary, shinsou can tell the love letters you’ve been receiving are all from the same person.
“damn dude, you got some serious competition.” overhearing the girls, kaminari jabs at shinsou’s sides teasingly. “so, you gonna do anything about that mysterious guy trying to go after your girl?”
the violet-haired boy shrugs. “why should i? it’s not like i feel threatened.”
kaminari whistles at his confidence.
shinsou says he doesn’t care about it, putting on a level-headed and indifferent facade. but that was honestly far from the truth.
in actuality, he’s a bit pissed.
what kind of person goes around sending anonymous love messages to someone who’s already in a relationship? what the hell do they hope to gain out of doing this?
shinsou more than trusts you won’t be swayed by them, no matter how many times those notes discourteously greet you every morning.
you never bring up the topic of the letters whenever you two are alone, not wanting shinsou to be bothered over it and create a hassle. all in all, he’s grateful for this, and also for the fact that you make a point of never taking any of those letters seriously and dump them into the trash bin whenever the chance arises.
however, he can tell by your body language that the whole situation bothers you and makes you uneasy.
so, during one incredibly early morning, he decides to do some scouting.
he plays off his odd punctuality by saying he left something in the classroom yesterday and wants to get there early to look for it.
lo and behold, he finds a male student hovering around the lockers—suspiciously darting his head back and forth to be on the lookout for any other students.
little does he realize he’s already been caught red-handed.
“hey you.” shinsou abruptly calls out to him and the boy nearly jumps. “what are you doing here?”
the boy panics at his question, fumbling with his answer while hiding something behind his back—what shinsou presumes to be another one of those cheesy letters.
“u-um, just want to get to class early!” he sputters.
“is there any special reason you’re standing in front of my girlfriend’s locker then? ’cause last i checked, the lockers for general education students were located on the opposite side.” shinsou emphasizes his words with a bite of malice, arms crossed.
“i just lost my way is all–” the student suddenly stops mid-speech, his words and actions forcibly coming to a halt. all thoughts are overturned in the presence of shinsou’s quirk.
“i’m going to make this quick and easy for you to understand. not only are you going to forget about this conversation, but you’re also going to stop handing my girlfriend those love letters.” shinsou bends down to the boy’s height, staring at the abyss in his expression.
“and i’d also appreciate it if you kept your eyes off what’s mine.”
it’s safe to say, your influx of letters had been effectively cut off after that day.
TODOROKI SHOUTO
todoroki is no stranger to finding love letters from avid admirers and fans in his shoe locker before and after classes.
in fact, an unprecedented number of them had begun taking up all the space there after his impressive performance at the sports festival.
when he started dating you, however, he had made a clear declaration that he wouldn’t be accepting anymore of them.
but to be on the opposite end of having to watch you unlatch the door of your locker to have letters and notes practically tumbling out, todoroki wasn’t exactly sure what to make of this feeling that made his stomach twist into knots.
he notices the alarming amount of them and concludes they’re all from various students in different grades and departments.
“y/n, you’re getting pretty popular,” uraraka says, eyeing the stack of envelopes. “must be your dance performance from the culture festival! i remember you did get a lot of cheers in the crowd.”
“guess all those cheers came with a lot of fanboys, huh?” the invisible girl, hagakure, teases.
you jokingly nudge at them to stop with the teasing, but pause when your eyes cross todoroki’s. he’s giving you a look you can’t decipher—one that edges between troubled and apathetic yet you can’t tell which it is.
you send him a nod, silently acknowledging his presence as he waits for you to finish your business so you could head back to the dorms together.
watching you dispose of the various piles of letters has todoroki contemplating about what uraraka and hagakure commented on. about how popular you were getting and how your admirers have been bold enough to profess their reverence for you despite your relationship status.
todoroki’s not entirely sure what to make of this information. he doesn’t linger on it for long though when you finally approach him, your sneakers slipped on and your backpack securely hanging off your shoulders.
“ready to head home?”
a smile finds his lips at your appearance. he softly utters his response.
during the small distance to the dormitories, todoroki reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers together. as seemingly minor the gesture is at this point of your relationship, it’s a detail you mentally take note of.
usually, when it came to publicly displaying physical forms of affection, you were the one to initiate it. you have to admit, seeing the assertive side of todoroki is like a small breath of fresh air.
as you continue your short journey home, a couple of male students walking by greet you enthusiastically. though you wave back to kindly acknowledge them, you feel the grip on your hand tighten, followed by a slight tug closer to todoroki’s side.
that alone is enough for you to realize something is definitely troubling him.
“sho, is there something wrong?” you ask, steps still walking in tandem with him.
todoroki’s voice doesn’t waver in the slightest as he replies, “no, why would you think that?”
“you’ve been awfully possessive all of a sudden,” you note, “is this because of those letters from earlier?”
“...maybe.”
you quirk a brow, amused. “is that a yes or a no?”
now todoroki is silent. your steps come to a halt. not parting your laced hands from his, you turn to look him in the eye.
“sho?”
“it’s just… when i realize that there are other people looking at you the same way i do, i get… uneasy.” his gaze drops to the ground as he confesses this, hand squeezing yours. the uncomfortable churning in his stomach settles a bit now that the words are out, but he finds it hard to ease the atmosphere.
this is where you picked up from where he left off. your hand goes to his cheek, gently cupping it so you can tilt his head up at you.
“oh shouto, you have to know that you’re the only one for me and i don’t plan on looking at anyone else but you,” you assure him. todoroki stares into your eyes, and in them, he can’t find any hesitance or flutter of doubt.
at this, he lifts your twined hands and grazes your knuckles ever so softly against his lips, wondering whatever troubled him so much to begin with.
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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)
pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki
warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao
part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!
WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO
MIRIO TOGATA
there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him
he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long
but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken
he broke for the first time in what felt like years
“don’t worry a-ahbout me!”
the saddest part about it?
he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke
his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.
and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.
his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.
he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public
how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?
“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”
“hey, it���s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”
mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you
his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.
a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms
TENYA IIDA
it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong
even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck
he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-
-if he could, anymore.
he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe
letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.
tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness
“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.
immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face.
“hello, y/n!”
just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.
“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.
“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.
and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm
but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up
“are you okay?” you tested the words.
tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”
but he couldn’t.
“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper.
“i don’t know.”
you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”
tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”
KATSUKI BAKUGO
after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared
katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally
he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.
angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration
katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him
he was too tired to argue.
“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.
“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”
he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.
his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.
you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?
you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together
katsuki was too tired to pull away.
he felt so weak.
you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter
“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”
they’re pitying me.
“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”
he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it
WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI
DABI
everyone shut up i love him
all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased
it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building
“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon
the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm.
sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating.
he didn’t reply.
“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”
he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.
hold the phone.
no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing
“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”
“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”
you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.
this really, really wasn’t like him.
something had to be wrong.
“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”
dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”
“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”
“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.
“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”
“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”
you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”
even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night,
just know that was the day he fell in love with you.
SHIGARAKI
nightmares were the worst.
for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible
he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness
he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself
“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”
“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”
you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”
“leave me alone.”
his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble.
“shigaraki.”
“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”
“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”
“hopeful.”
shigaraki looked up.
“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”
he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying.
you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes
“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”
HAWKS
it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle
but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo
so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds
“keigo~!”
your familiar voice rang through his head.
he just wanted to be held by you.
the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to?
so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.
“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”
“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.
beautiful, loving, kind you.
his love was something special that he gave to no one else.
“k-keigo!”
even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend
“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?”
he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.
you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace
“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”
“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”
“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”
and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him.
WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA
TAMAKI AMAJIKI
useless. useless. useless.
why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?
how was everyone else so strong?
but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...
that scared him.
tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-
“tamaki, snap out if it!”
your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”
tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?
tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”
get away, get away, get away.
your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.
“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”
“--i’m here for you.”
tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.
his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths.
“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.”
you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”
tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded.
what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?
“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”
“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.”
AIZAWA SHOTA
“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging.
you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”
“after what?” you said back from the kitchen.
you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately.
(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)
“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”
aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”
he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.
“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”
aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.
you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.
he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane
despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.
“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said.
“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”
“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”
you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.
sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.
“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”
his gaze on the screen broke.
“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”
you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”
you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”
he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said.
MASHIRAO OJIRO
being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.
everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?
ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.
but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself.
...kind of.
he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.
picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry
“wait!”
ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”
he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag
“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”
ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”
your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”
you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs.
but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.
(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)
“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”
something inside of him made his heart swell.
“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”
he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.
“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”
“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.
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Heyy🦙 I'm writing fanfiction for Hinata (form Haikyuu) and I'm gonna post it once I'm done but that's besides the point..
actually request: Any of the MHA/BNHA boys catch you writing/reading/drawing fanfiction/fan art
the characters are your pick
um- I never tell you this but dont stress yourself either🥰😚
BNHA GUYS CATCHING YOU WITH FANFICTION/FANART
w/ Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima, Denki, Shoto
warnings: suggestive themes
a/n: i'm having trouble falling asleep these days and it's taking a toll on my daily activities but i'm sure i'll manage, thank you :")
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KATSUKI BAKUGOU
catches you reading fanfiction
blond bb knows you love to read, as a matter of fact, he's aware you read more than you spend time with him. and he's alright with that cause he'd rather chill with you in silence than listen to you talk his ear out lol
just because he doesn't mind you with your hobby doesn't mean he isn't curious about it
what kind of books are you reading that have your eyes glued to your screen the whole day every day?
he never does this and really doesn't want to do it but curiosity killed the cat. as you bake cookies with Mina downstairs, you left your phone in your room to charge
Katsuki takes this as his chance to snoop. He won't go to any other app, he'll head straight to your reading apps and sites.
Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader?
Haikyuu x Reader?
Naruto x Reader?
and what the fuck is 'lemon' and 'smut'?
he puts your phone back, discreetly leaving your room to do some research in his room
ah, so you've been reading 2k-10k worth of words of fanfiction about Jujustu Kaisen, Haikyuu and Naruto characters pleasing you...
he shall now delete his search history and pretend he never found out about this part of you
TENYA IIDA
catches you drawing fanart
everyone in 1A knows you draw and that you're amazing at it
Class press never forgets/fails to compliment your drawings, even if you the pieces are half down
but that's the thing. you always let him see and sometimes you even let him watch as you draw, so why are you hiding this particular piece from him?
he guesses it's a surprise for him- but hold on, he doesn't have tattoos or pink hair. so who is it?
while you're in the bathroom, he sneakily takes a peak at your work and thinks he should regret it but honestly, the art is so good he can't even find it anything remotely negative
it's a fanart of who he remembers is Sukuna, the kind of curses from the TV show Jujutsu Kaisen. he's on a throne with a mountain of skulls underneath it, a corner of his lips tugged up into a smile as a woman's head rests in between his thighs
he probably should regret ever taking a peek but the details, holy shit. the shading, the hand- everything just sends shivers down his spine
EIJIRO KIRISHIMA
catches you writing fan fiction
red boi always loves listening to you type as you study or do your homework, he uses it as a sleeping aid. as you work diligently on your desk, he lays on your bed, slowly drifting to sleep land
today, however, your typing sounds different. it's much faster, more rushed and he can't help his curiosity from growing at how you're biting on your lip, smiling as you typed
from what he knows, you absolutely hate typing essays so why do you look so excited right now?
he lets it slide, sleeping to the sound of your rushed typing.
the next day, you ask Eijiro to bring your laptop with him cause you're about to watch a movie with the whole class and the files are in your comouter
it's not even his fault, your laptop was left open and on and when he moved to turn it off, he catches a glimpse of "Tsukishima runs a hand down your thigh, his hot breath rising goosebumps all over your body." and suddenly he's reading the whole chapter
you barge in your room, yelling and asking what took him so long only to catch him glued to your computer screen, mouth left ajar.
you quickly snatch the PC from him, earning a whine. "Give it back! I need to know if Tsukki likes me back!" He pouts.
"This isn't for you to read, Eij! Leave it alone!"
"Oh sure, so your ten thousand followers in tumblr can read it but I, your boyfriend, can't. Okay, yeah. I see just how Eijirophobic you are."
he's pouting the whole day until you finally give in and let him read your drafts. allowing him to correct your grammar and spelling errors along the way
SHOTO TODOROKI
catches you reading fan fiction
this man is utterly confused why you're suddenly reading so much and how your vocabulary is slowly expanding but he's happy for you
as the both of you are in his room, silent as the both of you read your own books, Shoto can't help but get curious
so as you fall asleep with your phone still turned on, he takes his chance to get a peek
he also wants to read the books you're reading, he wants to learn more and improve himself. if your english grades had risen up from reading what you read, surely he'll also learn from how "Toji places your leg on his shoulder as he continues to pound in"-
as a matter of fact maybe he is okay with what he knows now. sometimes ignorance is bliss after all
DENKI KAMINARI
catches you watching fanart
you've forgotten about the wall of mirrors behind you and you're scrolling down your current favorite artist's twitter page, flood liking their posts
mind you their fanarts are 18+ so you thought it'd be best to face your boyfriend so he won't be able to see what you're looking at.
no, yeah you're a complete idiot.
Denki presses his lips together, trying to contain his laughter as he videotapes your reflection. you're zooming into the intricate details of a Gojo fanart with his blue polo shirt completely unbuttoned and sweat glistens over his sculpted abs
"Babe what are you doing?" Denki asks, now zooming into your face after showing to the camera what you're zooming in to
"There's a mirror behind me, is there?" You ask, now feeling like a complete idiot as your boyfriend laughs, absolutely no sound coming out of his mouth as his mouth stretches widely
You face your phone screen at him, showing the fanart. "I'd cheat on you with Gojo."
Denki continues laughing, now out of breath. "And of course I'd be pissed cause why the hell did Gojo pick you and not me?"
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This Damn Song
Pairing: Shoto x Female reader. Genre: Angst.
WC: 1.9k
CW: Hurt, Swearing, mentions of alcohol
Summary: Shoto runs through the last time he sees reader wondering if he’s to blame for her absence.
18+. MDNI
BETA READER’S NOTE: I have tried to edit the readmore link into this fic so many times and it keeps glitching so, sorry to clog the dash :/
Sometimes falling out of love is easy. Sometimes it cracks someone’s world in two.
“I don’t know, Todoroki.” Kiri pulled his sleeves up and wiped his brow of the very invisible sweat coming from it. It was 100 degrees and climbing, summer was very much here. “Maybe she just needed a girls week.”
Sho sighed. It had been a very long and empty week at that. The bed was empty, your favorite songs were not playing, the newest episode of your favorite drama had not been filling the void last night. It had taken every ounce of his will not to ask when you’d be home again.
“Are you guys working or chatting? Seriously, Denki is doing more than you both and he’s been asleep for the last hour.” Ida grumbled, before once again taking off. They’d been building the newest rec center for the underaged youth home as a charity thing for All Might. Kirishima shrugged, slapped Shoto on the back and sighed.
“Look man, Y/N would’ve said if something was wrong. There’s no need to be worried over nothing. Come out with us tonight to the bar, no need to be left alone like that if it’s eating you alive.” Shoto threw down the shovel once he was out of sight and pulled his phone from the pocket of his jeans. The photo from your best friend’s wedding popped up, the sleek bridesmaid dress and your hair all done up and Shoto in his classic tux, kissing under the arch of the photo booth.
*No new messages*
Just fantastic.
“You’re off tonight, Todoroki.” Izuku clutched the glass in his hand watching Kiri and Bakugo belt the karaoke song into the mic so loudly the bar had already turned it down twice. Shoto took another sip of the beer he had reluctantly ordered, trying not to be a sore player in their night of fun.
“What if… what if something is really wrong with Y/N and I?” Izuku’s shoulders dropped softly, Sho turning to look at him. “What if I said that if something did happen it was my fault…and there’s a greater chance of her leaving then staying.” His friend's demeanor changed, the green in his eyes becoming a bit softer.
“Did something happen, Sho?” Shoto thought for a moment, his eyes focused on his two idiot friends stealing the karaoke light once more.
“It was a normal night, Zu. She cooked, and we watched her TV drama. We showered and got ready for bed but…something about her was off. She burned the noodles.” Todoroki watched his friend set down his glass and turn to him.
“She burned the noodles?”
“Yes. She burned the noodles, she ate half of her cupcake, the drama was turned on ten minutes late and the shower was…colder than usual.”
“Roki,”
“Y/N left the next morning, barely gave me a kiss and she hasn’t called or texted in two weeks… I’m going insane, Izuku. What if I did something, said something?”
“Hey, Shoto, you need to relax.”
“What’s got you in a twist, IcyHot?!” Kaminari kissed Shoto’s cheek passionately before grabbing Izuku’s hand and belting out one of the verses again.
“She ever text you back, buddy?” Katsuki drank the glass of amber liquid quickly, his features barely reacting.
“I think I should head back, guys. If one of us isn’t sober enough to wake you puppies up for Ida’s boot camp we won’t hear the end of it.” Shoto pushed his beer farther towards Bakugo letting him drink it up on top of the other drink. “It’s on my tab guys, promise.” Quickly, with the icy sadness filling up his stomach, he left the crowd of his friends and out the front door of the small bar.
Shutting the door, the soft luminescent light of the city shone through the large windows of the studio apartment and greeted Shoto. His bag hit the floor with a thud that echoed nearly perfectly if it hadn’t been for the furniture. Your red sneakers sat upon the floor by the entryway, engulfed in the blues and whites streaming through the very windows you loved to sit at.
He kicked them with the toe of his boot, scooting them a half degree right of where they’d been before he bent down and fixed them.
“Sorry…” he sighed, the warmth on his left side increasing with embarrassment. He was apologizing for such a human behavior, Bakugo would have dragged him through the mud at his reaction. Pulling off the muddy boots he wore, he placed them on the mat and walked into the kitchen looking for the bottle of peppermint liquor Bakugo so jokingly made him try.
“It’s meant for you, IcyHot. Sweet and cold yet a bit spicy. You’re gonna love this shit!” Bakugo slid the shot glass over to Sho and slammed his against the table before knocking it back. “Don’t be such a pussy, drink it!” Sho reluctantly followed Bakugo’s suit with the glass, tapping it against the table and pressing it against his lips letting the liquid pour down his throat.
It did in fact taste sweet, like the candies you had once brought from home. It left his mouth a little numb and the accompanying burn of his throat was pleasant against the cold nature.
Pouring a knuckles worth of liquor into his glass he set the bottle on the counter and trudged quietly to the bedroom the both of you shared. The light was on, though, it’s soft yellow warmth seeping from under the door. Shoto wasnt that tired this morning, was he? His right hand reached for the door as his left cooled the glass sitting in his hand.
“Shit…” the soft whisper of your voice flooded the room, out under the door and into Sho’s ears. His shoulders relaxed a bit, and tensed again all in the span of seconds before pushing the door open. The sight before him told him too much already. Your bag sat nestled on the bed.
“Y/N…?” His soft voice cracked a little on the syllables, you could have sworn he wasn’t here, you’d be gone before he’d be back. “Y/n, what are you doing?” Quietly you heaved a sigh, looking back to the bed before finding the courage and locking eyes with Shoto. Sweet Shoto, his white and red hair slicked back with sweat and dirt, his hand clutching the one of the glasses you gifted him the day he bought his apartment, his soft eyes looking at the scene in front of him.
“I can explain, Todoroki… please, ” You adjusted slightly on the bed. The man you loved stood before you wide eyed with sadness. That was sadness in his face, in his posture. Looking at Shoto you saw the exhaustion in them. You saw every line upon his delicate face.
“I-I can’t stay here, Shoto.” He watched in silence, his hands desperately trying to calm his quirk. “I need to leave. I’m leaving Shoto.” The words barely escaped your lips as you fought the lump in your throat. “It’s over.”
It felt as if the room were closing in on both of you. Shoto tried so hard to keep from dropping the glass as he slid it on the dresser. “If it’s something I said..”
“I cannot do this, Shoto.” Looking down at your hands you pulled the red and blue ring from your thumb.
“It’s beautiful.” Your words were soft as he slid it onto your finger.
“It’s a promise, that one day we will have everything we wanted in more. You make me a better man, Y/N. I’ll always be with you now. You never have to look far.”
“Please, let me…let me fix this, Y/N.” His panicked tone made you look up realizing he was standing there in front of you trying to stop you from pulling it off.
“You can’t fix me, Shoto.” Pushing his hand away you stood. The ring found its home in his hand. “I-I’m not a toy. I can’t look to you to fix me when I break. I’m not…broken.” Pulling the bag from the bed you slipped from the space and made your way to the bedroom door. “This isn’t…what I want. I can’t sit here and pretend that this is what I want.”
“What do you want?!” He was following you now, the burst of cold behind you was enough to say that.
“I want to grow, Shoto! I-I want to be happy and grow and live!” You turned, Shoto’s tall figure barely two steps behind, his face fell.
“Are you not happy with me?” His hand found his hair pulling the red and white strands simultaneously. “Are you not in love with me anymore…?” The bag slipped from your shoulder slowly, the only sound of his breathing as his panic attack grew larger. “There has to be something I can do…”
“Shoto, I love you with every fiber of my being, and I promise you I possibly always will. Y-you have shown me so much, but I need to leave. I need adventure and to find myself, I can’t do that being here and being what you want me to be.”
“What exactly do you think I want you to be…?”
“I don’t know, Shoto! And it’s killing me, it’s killing me to sit here and wait, not knowing who I am, who I’m meant to be. It’s killing me to not know anything about myself anymore. I was so lost in the thought of loving you I don’t know the real Y/N.”
“I know her, she’s lovely.” Shoto’s voice broke, his icy will melting in front of you. “She likes trashy romance and cupcakes that are too big for her face. Y/N loves to take her morning coffee out on the roof to watch the morning traffic and the sun rise. S-She loves art, all forms. Dancing, music, books, and paints. You have this look in your eye when your favorite food is on the table, or you make your favorite meal. Your fuzzy socks and stealing my sweaters, buying sweets for the children in the building, the peppermints you bring from home because they’re a little piece of Shoto in a neat little bundle.”
“Sho-“
“Am I not good enough for you…?” His hetero chromatic eyes blinked back the tears and looked down at the wood floor. “Be honest with me.”
“It’s over, Shoto. There’s no more good enough, there’s no more…no more us. Don’t.” You stumbled back a bit, the panic setting in, devastation, and heartbreak. “Don’t blame yourself, Todoroki. You’ll make it out alive “
There was a pause, a shuffle, the door opened and clicked shut. Shoto looked up, the apartment somehow even darker than when he came home 20 minutes ago. Your red shoes, the ones he kicked and fixed habitually were gone, the coat that hung on the rack next to the door gone too. Every little thing he had grown used to, now a black void in the too large apartment he now stood in.
Everything in that moment made his heart ache. The thought of losing her, the thought of ‘was he best for her?’ Shoto wanted to take everything and destroy it, wanted to rip the lump from his throat and toss it into the garbage disposal. Eyes burning with tears, he dropped to his knees and broke…
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Heyy, I’m Muslim and I’m also a huge simp for Todoroki, Bakugo, Iida, and Kaminari. Soooo can I have them with a Muslim (possibly hijabi) s/o?
Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, and Kaminari Denki x Hijabi!reader
In which reader is a hijabi Muslim.
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff (literally half these ideas came from late night talks with my bestie @that-weirdo-in-the-corner)
Note: My first headcanon <3 I hope you like it!
Todoroki Shoto
We’re all aware of this mans lack of physical affection and aloof nature, along with his social awkwardness. That’s a recipe for odd encounters and hilarious misunderstandings.
This man gained interest in you when he noticed you were elegant even while in training/battles, along with your sweet nature and fashionable modest wear.
He researched about your religion and had found out that only women who are married are allowed to go out alone with their partners.
Poor boy didn’t read/research enough.
He decides to get to know you from a distance, respecting your boundaries and it wasn’t that hard to avoid physical contact as he himself was not one to initiate it.
When you did get closer and formed an emotional bond, you’ll be met with the weirdest encounter;
“Shoto, what are you doing?” You blinked, not understanding what the half-and-half male was doing bent on one knee with a ring box outside your family home.
“I read that we can only go out on dates together if you’re married.”
You want to smack your head on the wall but you were flattered at the same time.
Had to tell him that you were allowed on dates if you were chaperoned by a family member or friends.
Had Fuyumi chaperone you two, she was very delighted but had kept watch from a distance.
Shoto has the best time learning about your religion, curiously asking questions and gains a deeper understanding of how things were in your perspective.
He keeps a respectful distance even during dates, making sure he wasn’t crossing boundaries.
Would scour the whole of Japan to find halal food.
Tells you that he called Endeavour shaytaan and you choke on the water you were sipping on, laughing out loud.
Fasts with you one day and is betrayed at how full he felt after one bite.
Hands you Endeavour’s exclusive credit card for Eid.
Todoroki is just very genuine and he tries his best to keep you comfortable around him, also carries hijab pins in his backpack just in case you need some.
Bakugou Katsuki
Oh God.
Listen, he’s very respectful in his own way but it took him time to work through it with his competitive nature.
Man has done his research thoroughly and he is ready to commit.
“I can cook us a vegetarian meal that won’t be boring to the tastebuds like the crap they sell out there.”
That’s his way of asking you out, making sure his parents would be home too because he knows two people of different genders should not be left alone.
Makes the best damn vegetarian dish. Vegetarian because he has yet to figure out what halal is.
Tries to learn some words, does excellent but his way of speaking is even more aggressive than an Emirati accent. He has your Arab friends shaking in their shoes.
It’s Ramadan? Prepare for three am calls that consist of him yelling at you to get up. Yes, he breaks his sleep pattern to wake you up to eat. Yes, he makes you video call him so he makes sure you eat well and hydrate. Yes, he ends up fasting with you so you don’t feel alone. Will he tell you that? No.
Sometimes he makes Iftar for you and brings it in a bento, giving it to you after school so you can have a good meal.
Watches you with wide eyes and mouth open in shock when he sees you eating when you’re supposed to be fasting;
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO EAT YET!”
“I- I’m on my period?”
“SO?”
“We’re not allowed to fast while we’re on our period.”
He stays quiet the rest of the day.
Admires different styles of hijab you do.
Eid? He’s the best dressed alongside you.
Bakugou would be a good partner, respectable, and tries his best to understand and make you feel comfortable in his own way.
Iida Tenya
This boy knows everything already.
Has done research the second he realized there was a Muslim classmate, and as a good fellow class president it was his duty to make sure everyone was comfortable.
Has extra scarves with a small tin full of pins for you kept under his desk in case of emergencies or if they get damaged in training (which wouldn’t happen as Hatsume had created one that would resist damage.) It was a nice thought.
He does slowly wants to get to know you more as your sweet nature made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Keeps a respectful distance at all time.
“Asalam Alaikum, Y/n! It has come to my attention that Ramadan is nearing soon so I have made a list of dietary necessities you may need to intake in order to help your quirk during the holy month.”
“Iida, that’s so sweet of you! You didn’t have to! Also, how did you pronounce that so well?”
“As you class president and friend, I am honoured to do such! To answer your question, I had listened to someone say it on repeat before I practiced.”
This man has every word on repeat just to soak it in his brain.
Averts his eyes even if he sees your ankle, angry at himself for accidentally glancing.
Sir, I promise it’s not a sin to look at an ankle accidentally.
Sees your Hijab bunching up and start showing bits of your neck and shoulder? Grabs the end of the scarf and pulls it down to cover again, avoiding touching your skin.
Checks the ingredients list of the snacks you’re buying for gelatine or alcohol, making sure it’s halal/vegetarian/vegan friendly.
Upset you can’t find halal gummies? This man goes online and orders a bag of certified halal sweets for you to enjoy because you deserve simple joys like this.
Makes sure you pray on time, has the MuslimPro app on his phone to keep track.
He also scrolls through the app to learn more.
Iida is a perfect gentleman and he’s also making sure that you stay spiritually on track and don’t get distracted <3
Kaminari Denki
This man is a physically affectionate person.
He will make the mistake of bounding over to you and slinging an arm around your shoulder or pull you into a hug.
But he will learn and try to control the affectionate urges, limiting himself to hand holding if you allow it.
He thinks you look wonderful with the different coloured hijabs.
Tries making you wear a yellow and black one to match his hair.
Forgets that you can’t eat everything and anything, especially casual things like gummies.
Will apologize profusely when he realizes after you tell him it has gelatine.
Tries to stave off of gelatine infused products.
“Not even water???”
“Denki, I swear to God I’m going to smack you.”
Yes he’s that guy.
Tries fasting with you, just sleeps through the whole day till it was time to eat.
When he see’s you dozing off in class because of staying up all night either because of suhoor or special night prayers during the last ten days, he’ll zap you to keep you paying attention.
He is honestly your hype man when it comes to modest fashion, especially during Eid. This boy will dramatically kneel on the floor and look at you like you’re the light of his life.
Get’s excited when you hand him Eid money because you love him and he has cute child-like tendencies.
Tries greeting your family members, comes out as gibberish.
“Asalamasjdaskjdhashjs”
“Not quite there yet, Denki. A-plus for effort.”
He’s a fun guy who tries to better himself around you, making sure he’s aware of his actions and makes an effort to not mess up around you because he’s never felt so in love with a person as he has with you.
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Them With a Foreign S/o || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari
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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x foreign!Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x foreign!Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x foreign!reader, Shoto Todoroki x foreign!reader, and Denki Kaminari x foreign!reader
Requested by Anonymous: hello! could i request some headcanons with the boys wherein their s/o's a foreigner? like, they have trouble speaking japanese and all. thank you and i hope you have a lovely day! <33
Word Count: 1.4k
Notes: Everything in italics is spoken in Japanese, h/c=home country
A/n: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I hope I wrote this well. Sorry that Kiri’s is sort of short, I couldn’t think of anything else for him. Hope you enjoy these- Danielle <3
Izuku Midoriya:
Izuku thinks it’s really cool that you are foreign
He’ll ask you a lot of questions about your home country, and be really patient with you as you try to explain it in Japanese
He does seem to notice that you have a bit of a hard time expressing yourself or showing your real personality while your talking in Japanese, just because you don’t know the right words to say
So, he starts learning your native language, so it’s easier for the two of you to talk to each other and get to know each other better
He revealed to you that he was learning your native language, and after that, you two tutored each other in each other’s language
Once you could finally be yourself around Izuku, the two of you got along pretty well and you two ended up with crushes on each other
You two got together, because you overheard him talking to one of his friends about how he had a crush on you and didn’t know what to do about it
“You should ask me out.”
“I already-” He paused when he realized that the voice did not come from his friend, and instead from behind him, and then he realized it was your voice and his face turned beet red
Anyways, you ended up confessing your feelings for him as well and you two got together
He always asks questions about where you’re originally from and he has a whole page in his notebook about your favorite things to do at home, and fun facts about your hometown
Since you haven’t had a whole ton of Japanese foods, or done activities that were common in Japan, he likes taking you on dates specifically to do things exclusive to Japan
If there’s a certain snack you like from your country that isn’t available in Japan, and you tell Izuku, he’ll order it online for you, and have it shipped to you, so you can still have it
Katsuki Bakugou:
At first, he thought you were really stupid
How were you supposed to become a hero when you can’t even understand half the shit that your classmates are saying?
But over time, he found himself liking your personality
He liked your determination to become a hero, even if you were having trouble understanding your classmates
I feel like Bakugou speaks multiple languages, so he would be able to talk to you in your first language
The two of you actually became friends, because he got sick of you messing up your Japanese
You were saying something to Mina, who was waiting patiently while you tried to figure out how to explain it in Japanese
Bakugou was listening in and the second he heard you mess up a word, he went, “God, it’s not that fucking hard.”
“Bakugou! Don’t be mean to them. They’re trying,” Mina said, scolding the ash blonde
“Do you want to teach me?” You question, sarcastically of course, switching back to your native language, since you knew Bakugou knew it
“If it’ll keep you from speaking in that shitty Japanese then yeah.”
And that’s how your relationship with Bakugou began
Every Wednesday and Friday night, you would go over to his dorm and he would practice Japanese with you for a few hours. He was kind of mean about it, and scolded you when you messed up, but you were quickly learning Japanese
Over time, you two ended up getting pretty close and became friends, and eventually he confessed his feelings for you and you two started dating
You two now talked in Japanese most of the time, but you would still unconsciously switch back to your native language, since it was what you were used to
If you’re ever homesick, Bakugou will make you some kind of food that is from your country and he knows that you like, and then he’ll watch a movie from your country with you
Eijiro Kirishima:
Kirishima is actually the first friend you make at U.A.
I know I say that in a lot of my different headcanon posts, but come on, he’s way too nice and accepting to not be your first friend
Whenever you guys first met, he was so patient while you tried speaking Japanese
He offers to teach you Japanese, but he low key sucks at teaching stuff, so after he realizing he’s not really helping, he finds an app for you to download on your phone that can help you learn more (if you don’t already have one)
Once your pretty fluent in Japanese, the two of you get along even better now that you’re able to communicate better
Eventually he confesses his feelings for you and the two of you get together
He likes when you tell stories about things that have happened to you in your old country, or crazy things that have happened in your hometown
He’ll commonly look up recipes from your country, and try to make them with you
Shoto Todoroki:
When Shoto found out that you were foreign, he really didn’t care all that much
You were just another student in his class, why should he be more curious about you than he would anybody else?
At least that’s what he thought, up until Aizawa paired you two up for a project
Shoto had a tendency to correct your Japanese whenever you two were talking, not realizing that it may hurt your feelings or embarrass you
He only realized this when he was working on the project with you in the library, and Midoriya was right next to the two of you and he kept hearing Shoto correct you
So Izuku pulled him off to the side and told him to stop correcting you, because it’s probably embarrassing you
After that, Shoto felt sort of bad, but he felt it would be more awkward if he apologized, so he didn’t
While you two worked on the project, Shoto got to know you and ended up developing a little crush on you
He talked to Midoriya about this, and he told Shoto that he should ask you out
He wasn’t sure how he should do it, so he asked Midoriya again, and he suggested that Shoto should learn how to ask you out in your native language and then ask you out like that
Shoto did it and it worked
He helped you learn Japanese better, and your relationship was going great
He doesn’t really pay any special attention to the fact that you’re from a different country, he only really remembers it when you two are going out to eat and you ask about what a certain food is and if it’s good or not
Denki Kaminari:
Denki got so excited when he found out that there was going to be a foreign student coming to U.A.
The second he saw you, he immediately was attracted to you and wanted to ask you out
So, the second you sat down in your new class before class started, he was up immediately and flirting with you
But since you didn’t know very much Japanese, you had no idea what he was saying, so you just sort of brushed it off
Denki got kind of upset about it, and just left you alone, since it was obvious that you didn’t like him
He only realized that you didn’t understand him when he was telling his friends about it later, and they told him that you probably didn’t know much Japanese
You ended up looking up half the things he said to you after school that day, and blushed when you realized he was complimenting you
The next day you walked up to him in class and apologized for brushing him off, before explaining the situation, which he already knew
You two ended up getting along pretty well
Before you two got to know each other, he just found you attractive because of your looks, but now he found you attractive because of your looks and personality
Eventually, he admits his feelings for you, and you return them, so you two start dating
For some reason, he loves to flex that you’re from a different country
Like if anybody says that you’re a cute couple, he’ll be like “Yeah, I know. They’re from h/c.”
He’ll sometimes ask what a certain word means in your native language, so he can compliment you in that language
He tries to learn the whole language, but it confuses him way too much
He even tries watching some of his favorite films, but in your native language, but he always gets bored halfway through and turns on the Japanese version
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Yo imagine being in the general class of UA and being recovery girl’s little apprentice/intern and one of the 1A boys constantly getting hurt (whether its on purpose or accidentally ) as an excuse to come visit; I’m imagining todoroki or kaminari because I’m in a mood for those 2 and Deku wouldn’t need to an excuse 🙄
Ha, of course Deku wouldn't need an excuse!🙄 That's his second home at this point. I’ve never written for Kaminari before so this was a fun little experience! Sorry I’m answering this so late, I took a little writing break last week, but now I’m back on the grind! (Also I tried to keep this gender neutral as well!)
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Midoriya, Kaminari, and Todoroki with Intern!Reader
Midoriya
"Midoriya, Midoriya, Midoriya," a soft voice sighed in mock exasperation. "How did I know I would find you here yet again."
Izuku flinched and looked up from his spot on the bed to see you casually leaning against the doorframe. That signature white lab coat draped over your form suited you perfectly. You looked like a real doctor standing there with the little clipboard tucked neatly into your waist and that warm smile radiating off you. To say that your smile had an effect on him was an understatement.
"Uh," he chuckled with a nervous smile, "sorry, I know I was just here yesterday."
"Yesterday? Midoriya, you've been here every day this week." Hopping off the door frame, you crossed your arms. "Do you wanna see me that bad?"
It was only a joke, but his face flushed a bright crimson at your words. Suddenly, every spot other than you seemed much more interesting to stare at, so he didn't catch that smirk lighting up your face as you stepped into the room.
A quick flip through the probably too many pages in his chart that he'd racked up this year alone, "So, what's it this time?"
"Just a sprained wrist," he held up said wrist. "I thought it was fine, but then it started to swell so I, uh, thought I should come here…just in case."
"And how did it happen?" you set the chart down and pulled the little wheeled stool to sit in front of him. With gentle fingers, you prodded the bruised skin.
At your touch, he stiffened. You were so close, eyes solely focused on his wrist. While you were examining him, he took the opportunity to stare at you with those giant green eyes of his, cataloging every inch of your face. When you began your internship with Recovery Girl, he was shocked the first time he walked in here to see you instead of the older woman. Not that he was complaining. You were way more amiable with him and although you didn't appreciate him injuring himself so much, he'd come to quite like these little meetings with just the two of you.
"Lucky for you, it's not too bad," you decided, looking up to meet his deer-eyed gaze. One which he promptly looked away from. "Ice it for twenty minutes a few times today and the swelling should go down. I'll get you a compression bandage." When you stood up to root through the doors for the bandage, you glanced back at him. "What'd you do, punch a brick wall?"
"Concrete actually," he stuttered out. "I missed my opponent, couldn't stop my follow-through in time."
The power he held always amazed you, but you were always the one to see the after-effects during training. He was strong to a point of recklessness. Something he really needed to work on. Finally finding the bandages, you walked back to your stool.
"Well, I hope you kicked that wall's ass then." Grabbing his hand, you locked eyes with him, "just don't overdo it too much. You only have two hands so try and keep them for at least a few more years yeah?"
Izuku was only half-listening, too entranced by your touch to keep up with the conversation. As you carefully wrapped his wrist, he sat back, taking the time to take in your image. This was really the only time he ever got to see you. The support department was on the opposite side of campus and those classes rarely ever teamed up. Besides, you were part of the relief support courses, not tactical, which meant the two of you would never train together while here. And while you were great at this part, patching him up right quick, and sending him on his way, he couldn't help but wish you were slower. All he wanted was to just sit here forever with you, injuries be damned.
"Right then, here we are," Straightening up, you finished wrapping the limb, and with a double check to make sure everything was in order, you smiled up at him. "You know, I should start charging each time you come in here. I bet you'd be able to cover this entire department's budget in a week.
"Oh, you think so?" the way he cocked his head, that cute little innocent widening of his eyes seemed to inject serotonin straight into your veins. The boy was just too adorable for his own good and he didn't even know it. "Sorry, I don't mean to be a bother."
"A bother? You?" An airy laugh blew past your lips. "My day would be so boring if I didn't have my favorite patient to keep me company." He tried his best to hide that all too obvious blush creeping up his neck. "Although, I could do without all the injuries you seem to be racking up."
Izuku turned his focus to the newly wrapped wrist, biting on his lower lip. He couldn't even bring himself to look at you or he might combust on the spot. When you left his side to go wash your hands, he finally sneaked a peek. Now that you were done, he was going to have to leave. He didn't want to leave. He liked being here with you. For whatever reason, anytime you were near him, his heart raced and he felt lightheaded, but also a million times better, even with whatever injuries he was sporting. If he didn't already know your quirk, he would've thought you had the ability to heal with just a simple smile. You were an adrenaline boost he always looked forward to.
"You're not always here, right?" the words left his mouth before he even realized he said them aloud. "I, uh, I mean, you do other things outside the recovery ward?"
"Sure," you shrugged, drying your hands. "You're not always training, right?" With a pause you shook your head, "wait, don't answer that. I think I already know that answer." Casting a smirk at him, he looked down at his shoes, a smile of his own taking root. "I'll have you know I do do other things besides patching up one Mr. Broken Bones Midoriya."
"Oh yeah, of course, you do!" he tripped over the words as they spilled from his mouth. "I just mean that your really cool and stuff but I never really see you other than here and I know the campus is big, but I just thought that maybe you, or I, or, or…uh…" he was running out of gas and confidence so he decided to abandon ship and jump to his feet, intent on escaping this sinking boat. "Um, anyway, thanks for the uh-thanks for this!" Waving his wrist, he made for the exit but before he could make his hasty getaway, you stepped in front of him.
"Geez Midoriya, calm down," it was like trying to corral a frantic bunny. The boy's eyes were darting all over the place, probably looking for a different escape route. "Tell ya what, when that wrist heals up and if you don't get any more injuries before the weekend, let's see if we can change not seeing each other around."
Izuku froze, the words processing in his mind a few times before they finally clicked. "You mean like a-a…"
"Just try not to get hurt for at least a few days? You placed a hand on his shoulder and lead him towards the door. "Think you can manage that?"
He'd never been so motivated to stay this healthy before. A furious nod and you sent him off with a wink. When the door closed, he slumped against the wall outside, bandaged wrist against his chest, trying to stop the mini horse race trampling through his chest. What he didn't know was that you were on the opposite side of that door, one hand to your own chest, the other trying to combat the heat on your cheeks. You'd been working up the courage to do that all week because god knows when Midoriya would ever find the courage to do it. An all too excited squeal rushed out of your mouth before you could stop it. This was going to be an interesting week.
KAMINARI
You could hear the babbling from down the hall before you saw him. That stupid deep-fried laugh was synonymous with one person and one person only. Dropping the pen and whirling around in your chair, you leaned your elbow on the armrest as two of the school's med bots ushered Denki in. Thumbs up and that dopey smile plastered on his face had you trying your best to contain the giggle building in your throat.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in," you smirked at the blonde who'd been sat on one of the beds. "Go over your limit again Kaminari?"
"Yay…" he mumbled and fell back on the bed with a groan.
It wasn't the first time he'd come in with a fried brain and if there was one thing you knew about him, it wouldn't be the last. The good thing is he usually just needed to sleep it off for a bit. But being the ever diligent medical intern, you came over to check him over.
Denki laid sprawled out on the bed, hands finally giving out and falling to his side. After a quick examination, he appeared to be in working order, just needed a bit of a recharge, so you returned to your paperwork and let him be.
A half-hour later, he sat up with a loud groan, rubbing his head, "Uh, that majorly sucked."
"Ah, so sleeping beauty finally rises," you didn't even turn to him but still felt that charming smile bounce off your back.
"You really think I'm a beauty?" he grinned, standing up to stretch. "You know I'm still pretty sore, I could always get back in bed and we can see if a kiss will make me feel better."
"Tell me," a playful tug on your lips as you twirled in your chair to face him, "do any of those lines ever work?"
"That's for you to answer and for me to find out."
"Sorry to disappoint bud, but I don't think you're gonna like my answer." Satisfied with his little pout, you turned back to continue your work. "You're fine Kaminari, you can go back to class now."
"Aww, but being here with you is so much better," he trudged over to your desk and leaned on the back of the chair. "Can't you write me a doctor's note so I can stay here with your beautiful face for the rest of the day?"
"And what would you even want to do here with me for the rest of the day, hmm?" you hadn't meant it to sound like an innuendo, but judging from his flushed expression, he'd taken it that way.
"Don't tell me you're interested in the medical field now?" it was your attempt to gain control of the conversation again. "And after all that hard hero training you do."
"Uh, I…" a small spark shot between his hands as he tried to think of something to say. You must've really thrown him off this time, although that isn't very hard to do. After a few moments of fidgeting, he deflated and dropped his head. "All right, I'll go back to class."
"Aww come now, don't look so down," you laughed, leaning back in your chair. "I'm sure Mr. Aizawa is much more fun than I am."
"Yeah, if you think torture is fun," he pulled his hair with a whine and slogged towards the door. When he reached for the handle, he paused and glanced back at you with a forlorn look. "Not even a kiss for the road?"
"Hmm," tapping your chin with the pen, you smirked, "maybe if you come up with a less cheesy pick-up line, then I might be more inclined."
That perked him up more than any jolt of electricity could do. "Well you're in luck babe, I've got plenty of 'em!"
"Let's hear it then, I'm all ears."
"Okay, okay…" he scrunched his face and crossed his arms. You could practically see the gears turning as he thought it through. "Damn," he spoke after a moment, trying to hide his smirk, "you're so beautiful you made me forget my pick-up line."
You chucked the pen at him with a snort, which he narrowly dodged, hopping halfway out the door in the process. "Oh my god Kaminari, I said less cheesy, get out of here!"
That dorky grin back on his face, he held up his hands. "Fine, but don't think I'm finished here. I will find one that works." With a wave, he disappeared, yelling through the door, "mark my words!"
TODOROKI
Honestly, the scrape wasn't even that bad or that deep, but he still found himself marching towards Recovery girls office in hopes he'd find you there. Ever since you became her intern, he seemed to find himself injured more and more frequently…by total accident of course.
"Oh, Todoroki," you smiled as he walked in. "What brings you in today?"
"I injured my arm during training today," he said flatly, holding the appendage up. There was a sizable gash under what looked like scorch marks. "I thought it best to get it checked out."
"Geez, who were you fighting this time?"
"Bakugo," with a shrug, he glanced at his arm.
"Well, that makes sense," you waved him to one of the beds, "come on, let's have a look then."
Silently, he sat down on the examination bed, the stiff paper ruffling as he scooted back slightly when you approached. His whole body was stiff, eyes staring everywhere but your face. It didn't look much different from his usual self, but internally, he was having a slight meltdown from your mere proximity alone.
Sliding the stool over, you sat down and twisted his left arm back and forth to get a good look, muttering a few things before giving it back. "the cuts shallow which means no stitches, so that's good. Should heal on its own in a few days. I'll just clean it and wrap it, then you're good to go."
"Oh," the word unintentionally slipped out.
When you looked up at him, you noticed the tiniest of pouts forming on his lips. "Unless something else is wrong?"
"No!" he said a little too quickly.
Something else was definitely wrong. Throwing him a quizzical look, you headed for the drawers that held your supplies. "That's good I suppose," you said lightly, "It seems like I've been seeing you almost every day this week alone."
"Sorry," he muttered.
"I didn't say I was complaining," with a grin, you sat back in front of him with sterilizing pads and gauze.
Those words alone were enough for his left side to flare up. When your fingers touched his arm to clean the wound, you flinched away.
"Uh, hey Todoroki," you cocked your head, trying to maintain that professional demeanor Recovery Girl kept pestering you about (although the old woman should take her own advice) and not crack a smile. When his eyes finally met your own, you pointed to his arm, raising a brow. "Might wanna tone down the heat there."
He blinked. Then blinked again before realizing what the problem was. His cheeks flushed almost the same color as his hair and turned his head in embarrassment, rasping out a quiet apology.
"Are you sure everything's okay?" dapping the wound after the skin cooled down, your eyes wandered up to his. "You seem a little worked up."
"Something like that," he mumbled, watching your hands delicately work, using that as a distraction to keep from staring at your face. The same face he could easily find himself lost in if he gave himself the chance. So he decided to change the subject. "It's quiet here." Yeah, way to go, man, real insightful.
"Yeah, Recovery Girl gives me the quietest shifts until I gain enough experience." Once the soot was cleaned off, you grabbed the gauze. "You don't always have to be injured to come visit me, you know." Sparing a quick glance up at him, you started wrapping the limb. "I wouldn't mind the company."
"Am I even allowed in here without an excuse?" It was just a curious question but your frown caught him off-guard, wondering if he said something wrong.
"Couldn't hurt to find out," you mumbled, "I mean we are in an infirmary." Tying off the gauze, you patted just below the cut with a small smile. "Okay, you're all patched up. You're free to go."
"Does it have to be here?" Shoto suddenly stood up, eyes meeting your own.
"What?"
"You said you wouldn't mind the company," he furrowed his brow. "Does it have to be here?"
"Well, no, I was just saying…wait, you wanna see me outside of here?" you gestured around the room, a little baffled.
He nodded, looking less confident by the minute. "If that's alright with you."
The smile that lit up your face was brighter than any flames Shoto could ever hope to produce. "It's more than alright with me."
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bnha » a kick in the balls drabbles
warnings. cussing, crack, mentions of balls
companion piece. drabble version of the hcs
a/n. a lot of this was based on my own family 😭 anyways enjoy..
KATSUKI BAKUGO.
You mindlessly scrolled through Instagram as you waited for your glass to fill up with water, lifting your head to take it to the fridge as it dispensed some ice in.
You scoffed at this one woman’s post; it was so fake. Caught up in your Instagram feed, you didn’t look up as you walked down the hallway to your bedroom. As you rounded the corner to get into the bedroom, a scrunched face met your own and a loud snarling snort left the creature.
You shrieked, dropping your phone and your glass of water, your hands flying up to shield your face as your feet acted on their own, slamming themselves into the thing’s crotch. Did it even have a crotch??
Another loud sound could be heard as the creature dropped to its knees, now revealed as your boyfriend Katsuki as you turned on the light.
“What— what the fuck was that for?” He choked out, his voice barely above a pained whisper.
“You scared me, dumbass!” You scoffed again, walking into the bathroom to grab a towel, using your foot to wipe up the spill as you picked up the surprisingly unbroken glass.
You went into your bedroom, laughing at Instagram videos and whatnot until Katsuki burst into the room, demanding cuddles for his suffering.
KEIGO TAKAMI.
“Keigo! Stop!” You screamed, your voice pained but still happy as his fingers attacked your sides ruthlessly. Your breathing was messed up, your limbs flailing about as he dug his fingers into your ribs. He recently added his feathers into the action, the long plumes tickling other parts of your body he couldn’t focus on.
“I – I can’t fucking—” Your voice was stuttered as you laugh-shrieked, your chest heaving as you tried to scramble away.
“I’m gonna pee myself, Keigo! Stop it—” Your boyfriend cut off your words with more tickles, his half smirk - half smile growing.
“Never!” His wings were fluttering as he watched you, the cerise feathers glossy in the light.
You were floundering uselessly under him, your legs and feet thrashing about in different directions. He was laughing too, your expressions and sounds hilariously cute.
“Keigo—” He laughed maniacally, his fingers pressing into that one secret spot on your side, the sensation driving you over your limit. You squirmed even more, your foot now colliding with his crotch.
Keigo’s fluttering wings had stiffened as he groaned in pain, dropping onto you, his fingers forgetting his mission at your sides, his feathers settling on the bed. He was on top of you, his body on your own, pretty much crushing you under his weight.
Well, at least he’d stopped tickling you.
TAMAKI AMAJIKI.
“Those fuckin’ bills and receipts can kiss my ass,” You declared, your voice raspy from sleep. You were alone in the dark kitchen, no light at all. You had just woken up from a restless slumber to drink some milk to relax your body.
It was a known practice to drink warm milk to sleep. Would it really work?
You poured the white liquid into your glass, opening the microwave and setting it to thirty seconds as you placed the glass inside, closing the door. You capped the milk jug, placing it back into the fridge as you slumped against the counter, waiting.
The microwave beeped in no time, letting you take out the warmed glass. You took a sip, sighing as the warmth loosened your tight muscles. With the colored glass in hand, you began to walk out of the kitchen to slip into bed beside your boyfriend Tamaki.
Just when your blood pressure was slowing, a figure appeared right in front of you in the darkness. It let out a surprised sound, something like a gasp and a squeak. You on the other hand, mind groggy from sleep, immediately thought of the sticker on the blue car you saw today.
Not today, Satan!
Determination and fear fueled you as you screamed, gripping the glass tightly as you swung your foot into the demon’s groin, landing a perfect and square hit. The demon squawked and yelped at the same time, sounding a lot like a cat that got its tail closed in a door.
The sound echoed throughout the apartment, your eyes checking over your glass to make sure you didn’t spill it; not a drop had left the cup.
You were about to get Tamaki until you realized: demons don’t squawk.
The thing completely crumpled to the ground, falling onto its knees. It was practically doubled over, panting as pained sobs left its lips.
Shit. You had attacked the wrong demon. You hastily placed the glass back onto the counter, sliding down beside the now identified creature. “Tamaki?” Your voice was soft and had completely changed since the attack.
He winced in response, shying away from your touch as he clamped down on his lip, trying his best to stop the cries leaving his lips. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, bunny. That was a complete accident.”
“I – I was just going to ask what you were doing up.” He stated, looking down at his hands as he spoke, the area between his legs throbbing now.
“Oh. I was drinking some warm milk, they say it helps you sleep. I was just a bit stressed and worried. You startled me.” You kept your voice calm and neutral, not intending to blame him at all.
“Are you okay?”
Tamaki exhaled, wiping the tears from his eyes, slowly getting up. “I guess.” You hugged him, slowly walking him over to the couch. “Do you wanna watch a movie or something?”
He nodded silently, sitting close beside you as he crossed his legs, watching you turn on the television.
SHOTO TODOROKI.
“—Yeah, I was talking to Marcus, the guy who runs the coffee shop near my office. He said he’s only been there a few years, can you believe that? There are so many locals that go there.”
Shoto hummed, sitting cross legged. He looked towards you, a soft grin tugging at his lips. “That’s interesting, Y/N. Coffee places are really popular, as well as tea shops.”
“We should go to the tea place downtown,” You suggested, “It’d be so much—”
Your words were halted when you saw a large, brown thingy skitter across the floor. Your jaw dropped, your thoughts immediately leaving your lips.
“Holy shit. Is that a fucking cockroach?” You didn’t swear much, so when you did, Shoto knew something was going on.
“What? Where?” He leaned down a bit, looking at the grey wooden floor. Your feet were touching the floor, making you shriek.
The wind blew outside and seemed to startle the roach, prompting it to move closer to the couch. You jumped up immediately, shrieking as you scrambled to get behind Shoto so he could kill it. You stepped on some bones and soft flesh in your panic to get away. You clung to Shoto, sitting on the top of the back couch cushion, your eyes wide with fear.
He let out a guttural groan and yell, pulling you off of him; your balance wasn’t quite correct at the moment, since you ended up on the ground, beside the cockroach.
You screamed, Shoto screamed, and the wind screamed outside. (You were sure you heard the cockroach wail as well, but maybe that was in your head.)
It was a complete shitshow. There was screaming, yelling, cursing, and groans from Shoto. You noticed something off about the cockroach; why didn’t it have antennae or eyes??
You took a closer look, inspecting it closely – then you realized that it was just a ball of fluff and lint from one of your many sweaters. You picked it up and showed it to a glaring Shoto, who was massaging his ankle as his lips turned up in a frown.
“I’m so sorry,” You apologized deeply, placing a cool hand on his warming ankle. “I kinda just... got scared for a minute.” You hugged him, scooting closer to him, confused when he closed up his legs.
DENKI KAMINARI.
“Fuck! Someone help me!” You shouted loudly, your chest burning as your feet pounded against the dirt ground. “Anyone! Help me!” Your breathing was unsteady, the sounds of the rampaging beast behind you getting closer.
Denki yawned, opening his eyes as he slowly smacked his chapped lips. He stretched, the sun shining down on his face. Ah, how he loved waking up in the sun with you.
“Shit! Where are the tranquilizer darts?!” You dug through your bag, now currently perched on a wobbly tree branch while the large beast clawed at the trunk below you, roaring loudly.
“Good morning,” He turned to you with a soft smile which immediately faded when he caught sight of your clenched and slightly moving fists, your furrowed expression. “—Babe? Wait, is everything okay?” He placed a hand on you, gently shaking your shoulders.
“No, no, FUCK!” Branches and leaves whipped your face as you fell twenty feet from your now broken tree branch, awaiting the beast below. You landed hard on your back, scrambling to your feet when the beast approached you. It had the head of a chicken, teeth of a bear, and body of a bear. The arms were feathered, the back feet chicken feet. Suddenly it dawned on you – you were facing the Bearicken.
“Baby? Please wake up.” He continued to shake your shoulders, worry shooting through his mind at your sweating forehead and balled fists.
“Get away from me!” You yelled, backing away in fear as it came closer to you. There were no weapons; you had nothing to defend yourself. Your fists clenched, anger surging through you as you raced forward towards the Bearicken.
Now your legs were moving as if you were running, the speed picking up gradually as your fists clenched and unclenched. Denki just laid there, unable to do anything else.
You slammed your fists into the beast’s meaty chest, your feet coming up as you kicked it in the lower stomach, legs and arms. You heaved for breath, not even bothering to address your bloody nose as you kept on, pressing forwards with the attacks.
Denki was watching curiously now, still worried but mostly intrigued. Why were you ‘running’? When he saw you punching the air and kicking your feet he stayed silent, confused as ever. He placed a hand on your shoulder, shaking you a bit harder. “Wake up, babe. It’s okay; I’m here.”
In your dream the Bearicken clawed at you and swiped your shoulder, leading you to deliver a hard kick to your left; where Denki lay. Your heel slammed into his balls, eliciting a scream of surprise and pain from the blonde.
He clutched his shorts, groaning as he buried his face in one of the many pillows on your bed. His scream startled you; your eyes snapped open and you screeched, still absorbed in your nightmare.
This startled Denki, who started yelling in pain about his nuts while you started yelling that you’d never order Chick Fil A again. More screaming and chaos; in your panic you fell right off the bed, as did Denki.
EIJIROU KIRISHIMA.
“Crap!” Eijirou jumped forward, internally shrieking at the subsequent back pain that followed the sudden movement. He gritted his teeth as he began groping his right thigh in the dark, his fingers stopping at the sudden pain.
His muscle had completely tensed up and was aching so badly that he couldn’t help the yell that slipped past his lips. Curse words left his mouth as he fumbled to get into a comfortable position, the stiffened muscle making his movements much harder.
“Fuck!” His loud cursing which he hadn’t bothered to muffle woke you up, confusion etched into your face as you sat up quickly. Your red haired boyfriend was doubled over, clutching his right thigh as he spewed profanities from his lips.
“What the hell?” You hair was wild and you were tangled in the mess of sheets and blankets as you rubbed your head, looking towards the clock. 2:48 am.
“M-my thigh!” He shouted, bewildering you even more. He continued going on about his leg while you tried to ask him what was wrong in between his moaning and groaning.
You placed a hand on his shoulder, calling his name to try and get him focused on you so he could speak normally. “Babe?” No answer. “Eijirou?”
Another curse word left the male’s lips, as if you weren’t even there. The hell was going on?? “Eijirou!” Worry was bubbling up inside of you - what was happening?
“Eijirou, take a deep breath.”
He barely exhaled before another wave of pain hit him and his entire body jerked in response, his grip around your wrist tightening. So, like any rational sleep deprived person, you delivered a hard smack to his right thigh to get it to loosen up.
Except your hand hit something much softer and you didn’t hear the loud smack that should’ve accompanied the hit. “Fuck, Y/N!!” His thigh had loosened and now he was... holding onto his crotch???
You screamed, Eijirou’s anxiety riling you up further. After a few minutes of shrieking and yelling and cursing, you two finally settled down enough to sit down and talk.
“The hell happened earlier, Ei?”
“Charley horse.” He rasped, “I could be asking you the same thing. What was with that slap to the balls earlier??”
“That was your crotch?”
“Yeah...”
“Oh shit, sorry. I was trying to get your attention or at least loosen your thigh up. Sorry.”
“Please don’t slap any places where I have a spasm.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” You moved closer to him, hugging him as you gently stroked his face.
a/n. yeah so kiri’s was inspired by my dad’s 2 am screams over his muscle spasms, the car sticker in tamaki’s was something i saw today, katsuki’s was inspired by my dad’s constant jumpscares tf.
#denki kaminari#denki x reader#bnha#bnha crack#bnha drabbles#katsuki bakugo#bakugo x reader#kirishima x reader#eijirou kirishima#shoto todoroki#todoroki x reader#hawks#keigo takami#hawks x reader#tamaki amajiki#tamaki x reader
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these violent delights, pt. i
In an immersive theme park where cutting-edge technology makes your wildest dreams come true, the line between fantasy and reality begins to blur. enter westworld, where artificially intelligent automatons known as ‘hosts’ are programmed to fulfill your every delight.
(westworld AU, eventual host!dabi x reader, host!keigo takami x reader, eventual shouto todoroki x f!reader)
part one | part two | part three
featuring: hanta sero, denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, momo yaoyozoru, eijirou kirishima
part one: you prepare to enter the park for the bachelorette party your bridesmaids wanted. meanwhile, westworld’s capable employees prepare to roll out the latest programming update.
wc: 8.7k
pt. i warnings: smut (18+!), sci-fi dystopia, artificial intelligence, medical/surgical procedures, body modification. gun violence, robbery, kidnapping, drinking, death, no beta we die like teddy
notes: this is part one of my entry for The Smut Pile’s Western Collab! this is my very first server collab and I am so thrilled to be kicking it off with this plot monster. this is the first of three parts- it leans a little heavy on the world building, so stay tuned for parts two and three. the action dials up from here, promise! i’m excited to be putting out one of my first plot-heavy stories on this blog!
please note: part one borrows several events from season one, episodes one and two of the series. the story will branch off in its own direction in parts two and three. you do not need to be familiar with Westworld to enjoy this fic- so please give it a try! 💖
(MASTERLIST)
“This doesn’t feel right.”
Livestock Management technician Hanta Sero drifts idly from tool cart to operating table with his raven hair pulled back. He’s clad in a protective latex apron and gloves, approaching the table with a blowtorch in one hand and a long, slim pair of forceps in the other.
“That’s what it says here.” Denki Kaminari stands across the black-tiled room, his back reflected in the glass walls of the operating facility. He scrolls mindfully through a folding datapad with a crease of deep concentration in his golden brow.
Snapping his datapad shut, he lifts his chin to find Sero’s conflicted gaze across the lab.
“The specifications were pretty precise.”
“I know what the briefing said,” Sero retorts. “I just…”
He ignites the blowtorch and takes a deep breath, letting his gaze over slowly over the pale, unmarked flesh of the body stretched out on the table in front of him.
“What?” Kaminari takes in the sight before him. He lifts his eyebrows. “Oh. Well-“
He gets up from his stool, tugging his gloves back over his shirtsleeves and crossing the room toward Sero and the body in question. He picks up a scalpel, making a clean little cut just below the subject’s left nipple without any hesitation.
“Dude, stop!” Sero reaches with the hand still clutching his forceps, blanching as a thin well of blood trickles onto pristine flesh.
“He’s offline,” Denki chuckles. “He can’t feel a thing. You’ve patched these guys up a thousand times, Sero. What’s the problem?”
“I dunno,” Sero muses, drawing the back of one glove nervously over his temple. “I dunno. I think they’re starting to get too real. It’s messing with me.” He shoots Denki a weak chuckle and shakes his head.
“What do they need this guy all burned up for, anyway?”
“Momo told me he’s for the new narrative,” Denki replies, puzzling over the red hair and immaculate pale skin of their unsuspecting victim. “Some kind of grizzly new villain who’s supposed to stir up trouble.”
“Better make him extra fucked up, then.” The blowtorch, extinguished in Sero’s panic, is ignited again, but he’s still hesitating.
“Hey,” Denki prompts. “Why don’t we start with the system update? That’ll kill some time. And then- hey.” He reaches across the tool cart, grabbing for the bottle of black hair dye that came with the host’s modification kit. He shakes it in Sero’s face, letting a smug grin cross his features.
“I’ll do the carpet if you do the drapes.”
Sero and Denki find their rhythm easily enough. Before long, the tension dispels and they’re letting conversation flow smoothly between them, making weekend plans while Sero pushes polished silver staples into the now-scarred flesh of the transformed host.
“This guy’s older than he looks,” Denki quips from the tool cart, where he’s selecting an appropriately sized needle for the delicate work ahead of him. “His systems haven’t been updated in years.”
“I’ve never seen him in the park before,” Sero admits. He’s finishing the clean row of staples that trail from the corner of the host’s mouth to his ear, struggling to push the staple into the skin at the edges of his face. The sharp prongs don’t hold as well in the spots where the muscle and flesh thin to just skin stretched over bone. He looks up in frustration, shaking the spots from his concentrated gaze.
“Whoa,” he starts as he spots the way that Denki’s moved up between the host’s lean thighs. “You’re really gonna-“
“That’s what it says in the briefing,” Denki presses. He’s got the aforementioned needle in one hand and a bowl of curved barbells in the other; he’s gone a little grin about the gills, too.
“Sick fucks,” Sero snorts, shaking his head. “Doesn’t feel very historically accurate, does it?”
“Please,” Denki pushes. “If you think this has ever been about history, you’re in for a nasty surprise.”
“Christ, you wanna talk about nasty surprises,” Sero replies, blanching and averting his eyes while Denki inserts the first piercing. “Just wait’ll the guests get a look at him.”
"Bakugou's outdone himself this time," Denki agrees, brow furrowed with sympathy and panicked concentration as he unscrews the first barbell. "Those idiots won't know what hit 'em.”
“Bring yourself back online.”
Head of Programming Shouto Todoroki sits in front of the park’s newest addition, datapad spread across his lap. Sero and Denki’s work paid off; the new host is looking fiercer than ever.
Not new enough for Shouto’s tastes, though. He can still see the blue glint when “Dabi,” as his new narrative calls him, shifts into wakefulness and lets his eyes flutter open. He shoots Shouto a sinister grin but does not move from his seat.
Shouto doesn’t want to believe what they’ve done to him. He’s still nude, putting all his new modifications on brilliant display. The staples in his flesh look angry and inflamed. The scars, done perfectly to appear long-healed, still make his blood curdle.
He can’t even think about the flashes of silver that catch the light when Dabi crosses his legs.
“And who are you supposed to be?" Dabi growls an opening line that shakes Shouto more than it ought to. He sports a brand new drawl that fits the world he’ll be slotted into soon enough, but it’s too much, bouncing off the pristine glass and shiny tile beneath his bare feet.
“Lose the accent,” Shouto commands. Dabi's expression shifts a little, but he does not drop eye contact.
Shouto can’t help but wonder if they all stare like this. He hasn’t been alone with a host in a very long time. Especially not one with this kind of significance.
“Do you know where you are?” He presses, determined to push forward. The sooner he gets Dabi through analysis, the sooner he can pretend like the unsettling host doesn’t exist.
But Dabi’s voice with no drawl is even more spine-chilling.
“I am in a dream.”
“And… do you want to wake up from this dream?”
Dabi’s eyes drift away in a direction they’re not supposed to. For a moment, he casts his gaze down and to the left, letting it sweep across the edge of the room as his brow creases with terrifying subtlety.
The gesture is minuscule, almost as if he's recalling a distant memory. For a moment, Shouto can only admire its beauty.
Then he realizes it’s not supposed to be there.
“Yes,” Dabi continues, his voice soft and lilting and almost wistful. “I’m terrified.”
“Freeze all motor functions.” Shouto’s heart pounds in his chilled throat. His extremities have gone cold. But Dabi follows his instructions to the letter, freezing before he can even blink. Shouto questions why he expected any differently.
Not two minutes later, Head of Behaviour Momo Yaoyorozu ducks gracefully into Dabi’s glass prison. Shouto is still sitting exactly where he began, perched on a little rolling leather stool. Six feet away, Dabi has not moved, bare and frozen on a stool of his own.
"I got your page," Momo soothes, shutting the door quietly behind her and unfolding her datapad. The hinges go rigid when they sit flat, blending seamlessly into a broad tablet that she taps and scrolls quietly through.
“I checked his programming on the way over. There’s something new here,” she concludes. “But I don’t know who added it. Must have been one of the interns, or-“
“I know who it was,” Shou answers grimly, already scrolling meticulously through the lines of code that make up Dabi’s new personality. Momo freezes, looking up at him with cold surprise.
“You don’t think…”
“I do,” he confirms. He takes a deep breath to quell his racing heart and shoots his closest colleague a shaky look. “You’re going to want to see this.”
“Incredible,” Momo gasps a few moments later when Shouto asks Dabi the same series of questions and gets the same frightening response. He knows why it shakes him as much as it does, but it hasn’t occurred to him that someone like Momo would actually… appreciate them.
“It’s like he’s-“ she starts, then stops herself. The conclusion she’s drawn should be as impossible as it sounds. But it’s staring them both in the face.
“Like he’s remembering something.” She finishes her thought this time, and Shou clenches his jaw.
"He must have slipped the code into the update," he determines. "In the programming, he's calling them Reveries."
“Kind of poetic,” Momo muses, still admiring the way that Dabi’s eyes seem to mist as they stare into the middle-distance. “It makes him look so real.”
“The code pulls memories from his earlier programming,” Shouto continues, looking up at Momo and waiting for her to be as spooked as he is.
He’s almost frightened that she’ll be defensive. But she’s sharper than he’s given her credit for, and that revelation is enough to pull her from her stupor.
“That could cause a lot of problems,” she muses. “Especially if the loops haven’t been closed properly. They’re supposed to be wiped after every cycle, but if there are links pulling them back…”
“I know,” Shouto emphasizes. Momo straightens, planting matter-of-fact hands on matter-of-fact hips.
“What are you gonna do about it?”
“I don’t think there’s anything I can do,” he confesses, turning back to catch another blood-chilling glimpse of the all-too-familiar host. “I can’t just pull the programming out from under him. He’ll know.”
“You can’t send him into the park with it. If it’s slotted in with the update, he could spread it to the other hosts.”
Shouto pushes his datapad aside and leans forward, steepling his fingers as he sighs deeply and descends into even deeper thought.
Momo’s right. With the Reveries included, the update has potentially disastrous consequences. But that’s operating on the assumption that his father makes mistakes, which most people would confirm is simply impossible.
If he clears the programming before letting Dabi go through, however, he’ll be facing the wrath of his father.
Shou purses his lips, lacing his fingers together but leaving the pointers extended and pursing his lips against the smooth joints.
“I think we’re going to have to.”
The glossy, perfect train- the first of many you'll take today, as you're told- pulls into a station that's even whiter than the train itself. Polished white floors and perfect whitewashed columns are the first things you see out the massive panoramic windows as the cars pull to a complete stop. When the doors glide open, your maid of honour touches your sleeve as the other girls filter out of your private compartment and onto the platform.
You’re far from the only ones disembarking the train. The rest of the platform is soon crowded by immaculately-dressed guests from all over the world. They bow and shift like a flock of starlings, moving in stark contrast past the perfectly-still bodies of the white-clad staff waiting to greet them.
A tall, statuesque woman with raven hair steps forward, addressing your maid of honour by name. She gives you an apologetic wave and a see you in there before disappearing amid the writhing sea of people.
You’ve been reading up on this place for weeks, scouring pamphlets and websites and guest reviews for every detail about the induction process you can glean from public knowledge. Details of the park itself are kept very private, but you’ve learned all you can about the way you’ll be introduced to it.
This place was not your first choice for the occasion at hand, but your friends practically insisted. You know it’s for selfish reasons- it’s the only chance they’re ever going to get to see the place for themselves- but you can already think of several places you’d rather celebrate your coming nuptials.
Not exactly your typical bachelorette party fare. But your friends agreed to wear matching dresses in that shade of pale green you couldn’t stay away from, so you’re giving them this.
Before long the platform is nearly cleared. You’re just starting to make your way toward the escalator, wondering what exactly became of the host who was supposed to greet you, when a soft croon of your name over one shoulder nearly shocks you out of your sandals.
Your host has arrived, and he’s even more gorgeous than you feared. Graceful and lithe-looking, he’s clad in a pristine white suit and turtleneck that contrasts the bold flashes of his golden hair perfectly. He shoots you a smooth smile, lit by razor-sharp tawny eyes and as he turns his face to catch the light, you can see that his jaw is grazed by the barest hint of scruff- perfectly groomed, just like the rest of him.
"Hello," you greet, trying not to lose your breath. You clasp the fingers of your right hand around the ring finger on your left- the remnants of your favourite new nervous habit. You've taken to twisting your engagement ring in moments of idleness or anxiety, but for safety's sake, you've left the flashy diamond at home.
You know you’re engaged. That’s what matters most.
“Good,” the host croons. You’re getting quickly used to his honeyed brogue, strong and low and sweet as he takes your hand and drops a suave kiss to your knuckles. “I’m glad you found your way here.” He jerks his head toward the emptying escalator, eyes never leaving yours.
“Follow me.”
As you’re ascending through the polished storeys of the park’s immaculate headquarters, your attendant rattles off a long list of mundane medical questions. He’s tapping away on a datapad as he walks, and you’re sure that whatever information he’s taking down will be swept away for later use.
Finally, he brings you to a plain-looking white door. He tucks away the datapad and slips his hands into his pockets. He’s graceful and perfect- too perfect. You’re starting to suspect that he’s no ordinary employee.
“Go on,” he urges, nodding toward the door. You shoot him a sideways little glance but step forward, hooking your fingers around the polished handle and pushing it open. You step inside.
The interior of the room- or closet, as it would be better described- is lit almost exclusively by glowing strip lights hidden in the crevices of the doorway, racks of clothing, and bordering a large series of mirrors that stud each wall.
It’s the biggest walk-in closet you’ve ever seen. And it’s filled to the brim with racks of clothing, all appropriate to the vague late-19th century setting of the park.
“Everything is bespoke,” pipes your immaculate attendant as he shuts the door behind him, “and exactly your size.” Painfully, you remember being asked for your body measurements in anticipation of this visit. Did they custom-tailor everything for each guest?
Or are you being given special treatment?
“You can pick out anything you’d like,” he continues, moving toward you, “and your other clothes will be waiting for you when you’ve finished your stay.”
“I don’t even know where to start,” you muse, fingering the raspberry-coloured silk of a lavish-looking day dress.
“The clothes you choose will determine the course of your experience.”
Your attendant is right beside you now, so close that you can see the way his golden eyelashes brush his tanned cheeks. He’s leaning in to examine the silk same as you, but his shoulder pushes just a little close to be solely practical. As he grips the material between lithe fingers, he lifts his gaze to yours on purpose. There’s a charming lilt to his smile that you can’t help but admire.
He pauses, dropping the silk and turning to face you head-on. Though the smile has slipped from his features, he still eyes you with interest.
“You want to ask, don’t you?”
Your brain catches up immediately, confusion swelling and fading in the span of a heartbeat. It tightens to thick dread in your chest.
He’s right. You do.
“Are you real?” The words sound even more ridiculous in the air between you than they did in your head. But ever since you boarded the train it felt like you could never be sure. And he’s perfect. Too perfect. Even the way he takes your question seems scripted and rehearsed.
He gives a low chuckle and takes your hands, stroking smooth thumbs over the backs of your knuckles. Then he peeks up at you from beneath flawless dark lashes and flashes a hint of pearly canine as he speaks.
“If you can’t tell, does it really matter?”
You don’t need him to expand.
“Come,” he prompts gently, dropping one hand to pull open a drawer of delicate slips and shifts, sitting in neat, folded piles of undyed linen. Some are plain, others trimmed excessively with lace and ribbons. You’re drawn to the coloured ribbons immediately- pale peach, soft blue, mint green. But the brassy gold of your attendant’s eyes is even more magnetic and you can’t look away for longer than a handful of seconds.
“You know,” he continues, squeezing your fingers gently and moving back in to run his knuckles up the inside of your wrist. Every single one of his touches is delicate, fluttering like a songbird against your skin. But there’s nothing gentle about the way he looks at you.
“Some of these clothes are a little difficult to put on alone.”
He does not explain further, but he watches as you’re drawn to the same conclusion that he is.
You have to roll this one over in your mind for a long while. You left your engagement ring behind, but the engagement itself still stands. Then again, he told you to enjoy yourself here. ‘Make every use of the park’s benefits,’ he’d suggested.
He’s just a computer, you tell yourself. A glorified sex toy. Maybe he walks and talks and flirts like a real human being, but…
There’s something about him that’s making it hard to turn him down.
After a silence long enough for any normal person to question, you look up at your attendant once more. He’s patiently awaiting your response, having gone uncomfortably still. You're not even sure he'd blink if you stare long enough.
You give a tight little nod and he’s smiling again, the same lazy smile as before. His default expression, you’re beginning to gather. He reaches for your coat.
“Wait.” You stop him with one hand on either forearm. He’s touched you before, but it’s still shocking how warm he is. Even though the sleeves of his perfect white jacket, he feels unquestionably alive.
"Don't you have a name or something?"
“Of course I do,” he responds. “Would you like to hear it?”
“Um…” Your brow knits. “Yes.”
He slips around behind you, curling his fingers into the open folds of your jacket and beginning to slide the weighty material off your shoulders. As he does, he leans forward, letting his lips draw close to your ear and making you shiver.
“Call me Keigo.”
“Keigo,” you repeat. It’s pretty and rolls easily from your mouth in a slow purr of desire. You can’t help yourself anymore. Keigo’s been programmed to put you at ease, but he’s doing much more for you now.
He undresses you methodically, pausing only briefly to run a hand down the curve of your waist or dip his fingers under the point of your chin when he catches you looking down. Even when you’re standing completely naked in front of him, he does not move to touch you in any untoward manner.
Whatever unspoken arrangement you thought you had formed is obviously not as unspoken as you’d hoped.
With his help, you select some period-appropriate undergarments. He helps you into your breezy linen shift first, lovingly tying the drawstrings into a neat little bow at the centre front. The corset is not as uncomfortable as you'd anticipated, fitting you devastatingly well. Keigo’s skilled hands pull the laces with precise tension, and the whole time he breathes soft commands and inquiries over your shoulder.
“Too tight?” He whispers, holding the laces taught at your waist. You take a slow, deep breath, then shake your head.
“Good.”
He ties the laces off and helps you into two petticoats- one of plain white cotton, the other of decorative silk and lace. Then he sits you on a cool, leather-covered sofa on one edge of the room and drops to his knees in front of you.
“Uh-“ you start, but he produces a pair of silk stockings from seemingly nowhere, smirking over the tops of your knees.
“Let’s get this out of the way.”
He pushes your airy petticoats up from your ankles, letting the backs of his palms brush the insides of your knees. He shoves the material up to your thighs and your confusion is multiplied now- is this what you think it is?
The way he admires your thighs as you shyly press them together certainly makes it seem so.
"Keigo," you gasp, curling your fingers against the edge of the sofa. The leather is supple and delicate beneath your touch like you could tear it if you wanted to.
He looks up just in time to watch you hook a bare thigh over his shoulder, and his brows shoot into his pointed hairline.
You’ve decided what you want out of this trip.
"Dove," he chides, setting down the stockings and pushing them gently aside. He takes both hands up the backs of your calves, stroking perfectly manicured fingernails into the tender skin at the backs of your knees.
He drops a kiss to the inside of your thigh. His face disappears behind the swath of frothy white petticoats gathered in your lap, but you feel his hot breath on your skin clear as day.
“If you wanted something from me,” he purrs, “all you had to do was ask.”
“I’m asking now,” you hum, letting your head fall back against the back of the couch. He’s easy enough to convince. Somehow, the fact that you didn’t have to work very hard for this almost makes it feel more acceptable.
“Here’s my answer,” he replies, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your inner thigh. You let out a strangled gasp, thigh jolting against his face as he slips his hand under the other leg- still hooked over his shoulder. You let out a low, shaky breath, trying not to think about the mark he’ll leave.
He pushes your leg away after biting it, shoving your knees apart and leaning eagerly forward. His head is fully buried under your gathered petticoats at this point, and you can feel him nosing his way into the crook of your groin, sliding a few free fingers up to prod gently for your hair-dusted folds.
“Wet already, bluebird?” He chuckles into your skin, sending shivers up your spine. “I’m flattered.”
“Stop,” you groan. There’s heat rushing to your cheeks with every word that tumbles out of his pretty mouth. You don’t want any of this to stop, but the heat between your legs is the one quickly growing unbearable.
“Do you want me to?” Keigo sits back almost immediately, ridding you of the delicious tingles his close breath were sending across your skin.
“No, no!” You yelp sharply, indignantly, digging your bare heel into his back to keep him close. He stops as soon as you apply pressure, letting out a quiet little chuckle.
“Keep going,” you pant, curling your toes against his pretty jacket.
“Your wish is my command,” he hums, already leaning into your flesh again. He does not hesitate this time, burying his head between your legs and giving the weeping slit of your cunt a long lick.
His first touch is all it takes to remind you how long it’s been.
“Fuck,” you gasp, low and languid. He doesn’t hesitate to close his lips around your swelling clit and suck. He makes sharp, sloppy noises with his lips and tongue, and the way they resonate in your ears near-doubles your pleasure. He’s eating you out perfectly, with terrifying precision. The strength of his jaw and tongue remains almost painfully consistent.
All the better for drowning him out. Despite his easy-flowing attitude and suave charm, he’s not a person. And it isn’t unfaithful to want him like this.
Even if you know he wouldn’t like it.
Keigo is diligent and careful, plunging his tongue in and out of your needy hole before finding the nub of your clit again, hard and sensitive. When he flicks the tip of his tongue against the tender front of it your legs spasm and you cry out softly as sensitive goosebumps rush across your ribcage.
“Like that,” you plead breathlessly, drawing your foot up between his shoulder blades as the tension builds. “Again, please.”
You’re holding the swells of your petticoats up around your thighs for him, but your fingers are beginning to clench in the delicate material. You’re not going to last long at all beneath a tongue as talented as his.
“Don’t worry, dove,” he purrs into your body, sending thick vibrations through every nerve in your system, “I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”
As he settles into his rhythm again, he plunges two fingers into your messy depths. He curls them tightly inside you, massaging your tender walls with a blunt and careful touch.
It takes little more than a few methodical strokes to make you fall. You cum with a tight little squeal, closing your thighs tightly around his head while you spasm and buck and sigh. He’s attentive enough to keep pumping his fingers through your orgasm, drawing out the pleasure as much as possible and greedily lapping at the wetness that trickles from your clenching pussy.
"That's it," he soothes, easing you down from your high with one calming hand on the column of your twitching thigh. As you settle, sweat-soaked, back into your seat he surfaces, sweat and shiny, sticky fluid sticking in the bristles of his perfect scruff. He licks his lips and you realize you’ve unconsciously mirrored him, doing the same.
In the moments directly following your peak you say nothing, looking down to meet his brassy gaze as deep uncertainty settles into your gut.
What happens now?
Keigo sits back on his haunches, pulling the folded pocket square from his breast and mopping up the mess on his chin and jaw like he'd done nothing more than spill a glass of wine or splash water over his lips.
“Much better,” he croons, reaching for the discarded stockings from before. “Feeling a little more relaxed?”
You swallow hard.
“I’d say so.”
His smile is surprisingly bright and sunny.
“Good.” He hooks his fingers under your knee again, unhooking your leg from his shoulder. Sliding a palm down to your ankle, he fits one stocking deftly over your foot and slides it up your calf, continuing his work as if uninterrupted. He fits the stockings over your knees and ties them off carefully with slips of silk ribbon, sitting the knots just below your knees so the stockings won't fall. Then, he gets to his feet and offers you a hand.
“Let’s pick out the rest of your clothes, shall we?”
The park is even more immersive than you imagined. The photos do it no justice. When you step off the (genuine steam-powered) train at Sweetwater Station, it’s accompanied by a very real twinge of anxiety. The village is like a scene out of a Clint Eastwood movie. Only there are no cardboard sets here. The saloon doors really swing inward. The shops and businesses that line the main street are built from real, weathered lumber. The dust that’s kicked up by the hosts that go about their daily lives is already beginning to coat your new boots.
You sneeze.
“God bless you,” greets a kind stranger in a rough-hewn grey coat and white hat. He’s got a very apparent drawl to his voice, but the glint in his blue eyes is kind.
Back at the facility, guests and hosts were easy enough to distinguish from one another. Out here, it’s a little more difficult. You’re not sure whether to believe that everyone is real or assume they’re all fake.
Luckily, there are four women beside you whose humanity you are acutely aware of. You’re lucky enough to have found your bridesmaids on the train in- all clustered in the bar car, but together nonetheless.
And they’ve insisted on keeping the party going.
“C’mon, bride-to-be,” your maid of honour chides, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you out of your reverie. “I know exactly where we need to go first.”
“It’s not even noon yet,” you protest, but the others are already miles ahead of you. You’re dragged easily into the broad, dusty street and toward those broad, swinging doors. The saloon stands proudly in the centre of town on a prominent corner with faded signs advertising its wares. And your maid of honour eagerly bats the doors open, striding boldly into the sun-soaked saloon.
The tables are surprisingly crowded for this time of day. It’s most likely a flood of guests, disembarking the train and heading straight for the local watering hole for a real taste of the action. Beyond their idle chatter tinkles the bright keys of a player piano against one wall. You can see the player scroll turning in the piano’s upright fixture, but that doesn’t change the unsettling way that the keys seem to press themselves.
It’s an eerie fixture in a town populated by walking, talking player pianos.
The man behind the bar bleeds Old West stereotypes from every pore. He’s got a huge, exaggerated greying moustache and a tweed waistcoat with shirtsleeves bound back for work. He’s polishing an empty glass with a cotton rag, but you spot him just in time to watch him politely greet a guest and reach behind him for a frosted bottle of unlabeled whisky.
The only other fixtures in the place are the women patrolling it, clad in colourful, lacy outfits that you’re certain violate some kind of historical convention. But they’re all breathtakingly beautiful, bosoms heaving over tightly laced corsets and fluttering from table to table like songbirds. They seem to provide little more than decoration and, as you settle into a table not far from the door, they fade easily into the background.
Until one of them screams.
You’ve read as many stories as you could scour the internet for before coming here. You know this place can get intense. Details of the park’s narratives and interactive storylines are kept under wraps as much as possible, so you can’t be sure whether this is out of the ordinary or not.
But when you whip around to find the source of the blood-curdling shriek, it doesn’t feel scripted.
It doesn’t feel scripted when the pretty girl in peach lace flings herself to the feet of a brand-new guest, here with his wife and their young son gaping from across the table. It doesn’t feel like she’s supposed to be wracked with sobs having never exchanged a word with this man.
It doesn’t feel like she should be pleading with him.
But the sobs wrack her body anyway, and her rosy little cheeks are flushed deeply now as she sniffles and blubbers.
“My daughter,” she begs hoarsely. “My girl, my daughter, please, I know you have her. Give her back to me, please. I know you took her. Give her back to me, I’ll do anything.”
Whether the father-of-one knows what she's talking about or not he's white as a sheet, stumbling backwards against the edge of his wife's table and pushing his arms forward, trying to keep her away.
The player piano finishes its tune, keys stilling as the saloon’s patrons look on in shock. And for an honest handful of heartbeats, the saloon is silent save for the host’s ragged sobs.
It takes a few moments for the player scroll to re-align itself before the tune restarts, and as the familiar notes cycle back through the saloon the host re-centres herself, climbing to her feet. There's a hardened resolve on her tear-stained face as her target looks around, gathering his wife and son with a this is bullshit and turning to leave.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me-“ the host begins to snarl. She lunches for the man, hands outstretched for the back of his brand new jacket, or maybe the brim of his crisp Stetson.
“Freeze all motor functions!”
A deep voice booms from the door of the saloon, amplified and simultaneously muffled with the use of a megaphone. The girl, and every other host in the saloon, freezes in place as though they’ve been paused. They don’t just stand still- they’re paralyzed. The smiling bartender is stalled with a glass in his hand; he doesn’t even blink.
In the doorway stands a hulking man of at least six and a half feet, seeming nearly as broad across the shoulders as he is tall. He wears a black uniform, armored black vest and heavy combat boots with a head of brilliant red hair spilling over his shoulders. As he lowers the megaphone he’s grinning, the bare flash of a sharp canine catching the low light of the bar.
“Sorry for the intrusion, folks,” he declares, striding across the floorboards toward the frozen host. Her expression is paused in a sneer of sheer horror and aggression, her hand outstretched for the man who has long since stepped aside.
The red-haired guardian angel, who has the name Kirishima stitched neatly onto the breast of his protective gear in white thread, catches your gaze. He shoots you a familiar little wink and a nod, a soft y’alright? escaping his throat in a quiet little growl.
You lick your lips, nodding slowly. Kirishima averts his gaze and reaches for the frozen host. As soon as he touches her skin she goes limp, falling easily into his powerful hold. He hoists her body over one shoulder and surveys the saloon, touching two fingertips to his forehead in a bright little salute.
“Please, don’t let me intrude on your stay any longer,” he continues. “As you were, everybody. Resume.”
The last word seems to be a command for the hosts in the room, as they spin to life again. They resume their rounds as if no time had passed at all; as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever transgressed.
Spooked, but encouraged by Kirishima’s smooth removal of the offending host, the guests around you go hesitantly back to their conversations. The player piano, also halted by Kirishima’s commands, has resumed its delicate play, and slowly the environment returns to the way it was before.
Your friends are among those willing to brush off the incident.
"What happened?" mumbles your maid of honour across the table, as if the host were still around to overhear her. As if the host's friends might be listening in to see if anybody's talking about her.
“No idea,” quips one of the other girls. “Must be some kind of glitch.” She looks over her shoulder, watching the remaining hosts at the bar. “I wonder if it happens often.”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
Head of Narrative Katsuki Bakugou slams a stack of papers onto the table in front of him, disrupting the intricate hologram that provides a real-time, scale model of the park to the room’s occupants.
“Katsuki!” Momo scolds, watching the hologram stutter and flicker. It’s not the first table he’s damaged.
“You’re not pulling my fucking narrative. It rolls out today. Do you have any idea how many writers I had busting ass on that thing?”
“It doesn’t matter now,” she retorts, tapping the screen of the datapad she’s got hooked tightly in the crook of her other arm. “You saw the host that Eijirou pulled, didn’t you? The fact that he had to step in at all means things got way out of hand…”
“Bullshit,” Katsuki retorts, sweeping his papers off the holo-table (and shattering the image one more time). “That was a fucking glitch. You don’t even have the results back from Behaviour yet.”
“I already know what they’re going to say,” Momo continues.
“That’s right,” Katsuki snarls. “I forgot you know everything around here.”
“She was carrying the latest update. There must be something wrong with the code.” Momo tries not to remember Dabi and his distant stare. She swallows the part about the extra coding slipped in by the man who could do no wrong.
She flips her datapad shut- it’s doing her any good, since Katsuki’s right. The results from Behaviour regarding the misaligned host won’t be ready for some time.
“You can’t. Pull. That. Narrative.” Katsuki’s squared up now, all the gathered papers tucked under his arm. His jaw is ticked, nostrils flaring as his eyes flash. “An entire trainload of guests is wandering around Sweetwater looking for the stories they fucking paid for. If you pull the plug, there’s nothing left.”
He’s right again.
“Look.” Katsuki crosses to the holo-table one more time, only this time it’s without the murderous intent in his gaze. For once he’s ready to use the table as intended, pin-pointing the broad, dusty street of Sweetwater’s main strip and bringing up a live feed of the bustling little town.
"Dabi is riding through here in less than two hours," he continues. "Dial-up his aggression a little. Make him shoot up the place. If you want to pull the hosts, at least let them go out with a bang.”
Momo isn’t convinced. But it’s the closest thing to a happy medium she can picture at the moment. Katsuki, as prolific as ever, knows how to think on his feet.
“How many d’you think he’ll take out?” She probes quietly, quirking an interested brow.
“Enough to keep the guests AND your Doctor Frankensteins entertained while I find us some more loopholes.”
Her mind races through more questions. But the panic, fluttering high and shallow in her chest, has somehow been replaced by a delicate sort of reassurance.
She flips open the datapad one more time, activating the remote host commands available only to an employee of her standing. Finding Dabi’s program file, she does exactly as Katsuki suggests and dials up the aggression in his behaviour stats by eighty percent.
“This had better work,” she threatens softly, but Katsuki’s already folding his arms across his chest, looking far too satisfied with himself. His ego is insufferable, but his talent is unmatched. Worth suffering for.
His mouth splits into a triumphant grin as he shoots an idle glance at the live Sweetwater feed. The only stage he’s ever needed.
“’Course it will.”
The afternoon sun has nearly dipped behind the tallest rooftops in Sweetwater when your friends stumble out of the saloon. Your friends are already tipsy, giggling and clutching each other as they try not to trip over the hems of their skirts. They’re all a little too eager to pull out the extravagant lace fans that pair perfectly with their colourful dresses and fan at their heaving bosoms.
As you bound down the steps and into the dirt road, you dive seamlessly into the milling crowd of hosts and guests, starting to swim. If you’re about to be caught in the eye of a devastatingly orchestrated narrative maelstrom, you’re blissfully unaware.
“Give me the time,” Katsuki grunts from the Sweetwater side of the holo-table. Momo glances up at the digital clock on the wall.
“Thirteen fifty-eight, forty-two,” she notes. Katsuki’s got the camera feed trained on a lone trio of riders, clad in black and plodding steadily toward Sweetwater. He watches carefully, keeping an eye turned on the clock.
“They’re going to be late,” he grunts bitterly, folding his arms over his chest. Sero, Denki and Kirishima, who have all crowded around the holo-table on their lunch breaks to watch the show, snort in near-unison.
“I don’t think anyone down there’s keeping track,” Denki quips, smoothing his palms down the front of his crisp shirt, apronless for once. Katsuki shoots him a vicious glare.
“You wanna go back to your sewing room or what?”
Denki goes quiet.
Inside the park, the sun passes behind a cloud. The light shifts just enough to draw your gaze, and when you look up, you’re among the first to spot a few dark shapes approaching. They’re close enough that you can make them out as riders, all on horses as black as the wide-brimmed hats on their heads.
There’s something about them, their precise formation and the slow, plodding, deliberate pace of their horses that holds your attention. You can’t quite write them off as guests, no matter how much they stand out from the dully-dressed villagers around you.
You glance across the street just long enough to spot a WANTED poster tacked to a column not far off. You can’t make out any of the writing on it, but the face is distinct- dark, shaded patches covering his jaw, chin and lower lip, carving out two shadowy patches under his eyes.
There’s something about the narrow shape of his cheeks that pulls familiar.
But you don’t have to wonder much longer.
The three riders ride quietly into town, the crowd parting around them with little more than low murmurs and dull, lidded fear. They pull to a stop in front of the saloon, barely twenty feet from you.
The cowboy in the grey tweed coat who caught your eye fresh off the train approaches the riders. He’s got a revolver holstered on one hip, and he draws it slowly out of its pouch as he squares up with the horse at the lead of the pack.
“Haven’t you seen the signs with your mug on ‘em?” He drawls, his face drawn into an expression of tense righteousness. He jerks his chin toward the nearest one, the WANTED sign you’d seen seconds earlier. “You’re not welcome here, Dabi.”
The taller rider in the centre- Dabi- tilts his chin into the sunlight, and that’s when you catch sight of its purplish colour. His face glints with silver, a perfect match for the drawing posted across the street.
He does not hesitate, drawing his own revolver in one smooth motion and shooting the cowboy in the chest. The gun discharges with a crack that’s louder than you ever imagined it could be, punctuated by the screams of bystanders nearby.
As the village descends into panic you stand there dumbstruck, watching the chaos unfold.
“Wait for it,” Katsuki grunts, hiding his satisfied grin as his colleagues watch in rapt fascination. Sero hasn’t blinked since the action began.
“You sure?” Dabi rasps, voice muffled by the feed. He produces a shiny golden badge and flipping it, like a silver dollar, onto the expiring corpse of the righteous host.
“No,” Denki whines. “He killed the sheriff?”
“Shut up and keep watching,” Katsuki growls, quelling the proud adrenaline pumping through his veins. There’s nothing quite like seeing his hard work come to life- supremely worth fighting with Momo over.
Dabi smirks, tipping the brim of his hat.
“Seems like invitation enough to me.”
He swings capably off his horse and you can’t deny your fascination with the mystery surrounding him. You should be terrified, but there’s something about the cool confidence with which he carries himself that you can’t quite put aside.
If the women flocking to the windows on either side of the street are any indication, you’re not the only one who feels that way. In a brief moment of lucidity, you take a glance around you. Your bridesmaids have disappeared, disappearing in the panicked mass of flooding crowds after the scarred rider fired his first shot.
He’s followed by a second rider on his right flank, both quickly disappearing into the bar. The third rider- a petite blonde woman swathed in a heavy coat- gets down off her horse and turns quickly toward her saddlebags. When she comes around the front side of her steed, she’s got a shotgun in her hands.
She’s loading it. The pandemonium amplifies. At her feet, there’s a long, thick coil of rope that’s partially unwound and trailing into the saloon. It’s unwinding slowly, with dull screams and shattering glass echoing from inside.
That’s all you have time to notice before another shot goes off in front of you. The little blonde girl’s levelled her shotgun, emptying her rounds at anyone who raises a weapon against her. You’re barely standing ten feet away. But she passes you clean over.
Is it because you're a guest? The only ones who have fallen at her hand are the hosts, capable of being hurt by her gunshots. The guests who haven't taken off are clustered in the windows of shops or hiding behind broad wooden columns, but there is no fear painted on their faces.
You know the hosts can’t hurt you. But there’s something about the thrill of it all that sends adrenaline pumping through your veins anyway. There’s a cool mystery to all of the black-clad riders.
A part of you wants to join them. If you can be anyone you want in here… why not one of them? Why not swing cooly down from your horse and terrorize, when there are no consequences to your actions?
You take one step backwards, then another. Your senses are finally coming back to you. You should run. Disengage. Maybe you can’t be caught in the crossfire, but you can’t stand dumbly in the empty street, either.
Something has to change.
Before you can make it to the safety of a storefront, a pattern of three gunshots in tight succession from inside the saloon triggers something in the blonde, still picking off hosts. There are bodies littering the street.
She lowers her shotgun and hops back onto her horse, spurring it on with a sharp whistle. The beast takes off without hesitation, and it’s then that you realize the other end of the coiled rope is wound around her saddlehorn. As the horse strains its haunches and pushes forward the rope goes taut. And as the pair of them take off down the street, the spoils emerge: a heavy wrought iron safe, bursting out of the saloon doors and leaving nothing but splintered remains in its wake.
It bounces and rolls down the steps and slides smoothly as soon as it hits the dirt street. The blonde shooter and her horse disappear, safe in tow.
You wonder what became of the bartender inside and his friendly moustache.
Dabi emerges seconds later, a fresh rifle clutched lazily in one hand. His companion’s lost his hat in the turmoil inside- he’s blonde, too, with a deep scar splitting his forehead from hairline to brow.
"Let today be a lesson for every one of you," Dabi calls, re-cocking his shotgun as he surveys the fresh bodies and fleeing guests. You've stopped dead all over again, drawn to him like a magnet despite your best judgement.
He levels the shotgun, aiming it about five feet to your right. You follow his gaze. In the window over your shoulder, with her hands pressed to the glass, is a little girl no older than five. She’s watching Dabi and his riders with fearful fascination and does not seem to realize that she’s been targeted.
You don’t care if she’s a guest or not. She’s a human girl with big, lively eyes, and your adrenal glands work faster than your sense of logic.
Dabi shuts one eye, tilting his head. The corner of one lip curls ever so slightly as he concentrates, taking aim. “And that lesson is-“
“Stop.” You step in front of the window, spreading your arms and drawing his attention for the first time. When he looks at you over the top of his shotgun, his expression goes slack. He drops the shotgun and his eyes are wide, wider than they’re supposed to be, almost.
You’re close enough to see that they’re a shocking shade of blue. That blue strikes an achingly familiar chord in your heart.
You recognize those eyes.
“What the fuck!”
If the holo-table didn’t weigh half a ton, Katsuki would’ve flipped it on its end. The feed is as smooth as ever, but his face has gone scarlet as he paces away from the table, scrubbing his hands over his face.
“What? What’s wrong?” Kirishima’s well past the end of his lunch break by now, but there’s no way in hell he’s going back to work before seeing the way this plays out.
“He stopped,” Katsuki growls. “He’s not s’posed to fucking stop.”
Dabi’s been stopped on the brink of a speech that took Katsuki days to put together. He’s been waiting to hear it delivered for weeks. It’s the speech that Dabi’s entire narrative was hinged on, forged out of countless sleepless nights and careless notes scribbled idly on coffee breaks.
“Holy shit.” There’s a genuine shock in Denki’s voice that’s enough to make Katsuki turn around. Denki’s gone white, Sero beside him, too.
“You’d better get over here and see this, dude,” Kirishima mutters, jerking his chin toward the feed. Momo’s watching over his shoulder, too, one hand pressed to her pursed lips.
“That’s a guest, isn’t it?” Sero quips. Silence settles over the room.
“I’ll get Shouto,” Momo declares, turning away and opening up her datapad.
“What’s going on?” Shouto bursts into the holo-room not two minutes later, mismatched eyes lit up with urgent concern. “Did I read your message right? I-“
Katsuki’s pacing the room, quieter than ever. Denki, Sero and Kirishima are still gathered around the feed, winding back the stream to replay the events that have sent them all spiralling. Momo’s the only one who even acknowledges his presence.
“Something’s happening in the park,” she explains, hushed and tight as she meets him at the door. “Another updated host is off-script.”
“How bad is it this time?” Shouto asks, hiding the dread that’s spreading in his gut. He had hoped that the girl from the saloon was just an unexpected glitch, but the results from Behaviour told another story.
Still, two deviances in just the first day of the update feels worse than he dreaded.
“You’d better take a look for yourself.”
Momo leads him to the holo-table and the feed, letting the other boys step aside. Shouto steps up to the projection, watching Dabi ride into town. Watching him break into the saloon with Twice and Toga, two other repurposed hosts, by his side.
He watches Toga ride off with the safe behind her and watches Dabi start his speech. And then, from a near-birds-eye view, he watches Dabi spot you of all people. Dabi lowers his rifle and strides toward you.
Shou’s heart leaps into his throat.
With dull horror he watches Dabi slip a leather-gloved hand under your chin. He watches you tilt your jaw into his touch. You’re fascinated by him. Even though the dust and pixels it's painfully obvious.
Dabi seems to notice, too, since he stoops low and hoists you over his shoulder without another word. You struggle, but he holds you fast. He strides across the road to his horse and sets you- still squirming and fighting- in the saddle, climbing on behind you and grabbing you tightly before you can escape.
Just before he spurs his gargantuan black steed forward, he pauses to glance over his shoulder. Shouto can’t be certain, but for a moment it seems like Dabi’s found the camera, staring plainly up at Shouto through its low-quality lens.
A breath passes. He looks away, gives a whistle, and disappears into the wilds beyond the town.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” Kirishima presses. “Katsuki, you didn’t program him to kidnap a guest, did you?”
“Of course not,” Katsuki snarls from across the room, his nerves fraying dangerously. “What kind of idiot do you think I am? Do I look like a walking liability to you?”
“Look, it’s fine,” Denki chimes in. “It’s not like he can hurt her or anything. Just chalk it up to the park experience. Tell her Dabi kidnaps random nobodies all the time.”
The room goes quiet as a crypt. Kirishima looks at Shouto. Shouto looks at Katsuki. Katsuki looks at Momo, and Momo takes a slow, deep breath.
“Do you want to tell him, Shouto?” she asks, “or should I?”
Shouto closes his eyes and tries to quell the panic rising in the back of his throat. He shoots Denki a cold look, jaw ticked but eyes blazing.
“That’s my fiancé,” he mutters, low and shaky. “Dabi kidnapped my fiancé.”
#hawks x reader#dabi x reader#shouto todoroki x reader#dabi#hawks#hawks smut#hanta sero#denki kaminari#eijirou kirishima#katsuki bakugou#momo yaoyorozu#tw guns#tw gun violence#tw death#tw drinking#tw body modification#reader insert#westworld au
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— bnha boys and songs that remind me of them
includes: bakugou, midoriya, kirishima, kaminari, todoroki, dabi & shigaraki
warnings: swearing, manga spoilers in dabi’s, minor manga spoilers in shigaraki’s
a/n: had this idea while i was listening to my bakugou playlist and i thought it’d be fun to do it :D
BAKUGOU reminds me of “i hate everything about you” by three days grace. i just feel like that’s exactly how he would feel when he realizes he likes someone. he’s in denial. doesn’t want to admit the fact that he actually grew a soft spot for that person, that someone managed to make him vulnerable. he wasn’t one to believe in all that sappy bullshit in the first place, hell he even thought he was sick when he started feeling butterflies in his stomach. but after they smile at him and leave a chaste kiss on his cheek as a ‘thank you’, he thinks that maybe having a crush isn’t so bad after all.
MIDORIYA reminds me of “crybaby” by melanie martinez. and it’s not because he cries a lot, but rather because people shame him for it. back in junior high that was one of his biggest insecurities, how sensitive he was, but with time he learned to embrace it. being emotional didn’t equal being weak, and midoriya it’s the perfect example of that. so what if he’s easily moved? what if he’s an emotionally driven person? at the end of the day, that doesn’t make him any less of a hero.
KIRISHIMA reminds me of “this is home” by cavetown. more specifically, the part that goes “get a load of this train wreck, his hair’s a mess and he doesn’t know who he is yet”. even tho he doesn’t show it and tries his best to hide it, kirishima is a very insecure person. he thinks he’ll never be good enough to be called a man, let alone a hero. but just because he doesn’t know how worthy he is, doesn’t mean he’s friends do too. they all admire him for being so confident and brave, for his selfless personality. and it takes a while, but a day comes in which kirishima looks at himself and no longer sees failure.
KAMINARI reminds me of “monster energy drink” by kevinkempt. this one isn’t as deep as the others, but you cannot tell me that this song doesn’t scream kaminari denki. something tells me this man drinks monster religiously, specially because sometimes he gets way too absorbed in the video games he plays. there’s even days where he forgets to drink water and sero has to check up on him just to make sure he hasn’t passed out. he drank it before it became a trend, so he has a huge ass collection of monster cans. and before you ask, yes. he has a monster energy gun.
TODOROKI reminds me of “daddy issues” by the neighbourhood. everyone knows how bad todoroki’s relationship with his dad is, and it’s all for a reason. endeavor left him (and his family) scarred, he damaged their image of what a father should be like, he broke them. and thanks to that, he has a hard time opening up to others and relationships in general. he can be oblivious and dense, often not understanding when someone is trying to ask him out or trying to give him a compliment. but it’s not his fault. he tries, really hard, to let go of the past, to keep getting better, to forget about the hurt, but...the past never dies.
DABI reminds me of “burning pile” by hayloft. a little ironic considering his quirk it’s cremation, but we all know that dabi’s life is far from perfect. he’s a runaway, a villain, the son that couldn’t be good enough, a failed experiment. and at first it hurt, knowing that your father only wanted to exploit you and didn’t even see you as a human being. but with time, he became numb, to the point that sometimes he looks back on his life and can’t help but laugh at how pathetic it all was. he didn’t know what to do when he was a child, he was clueless on how he could escape it all, but now it’s different. now he has a goal. and that’s to take endeavor down, no matter the cost.
SHIGARAKI reminds me of “teenagers” by my chemical romance. something tells me that in high school he was an outcast. he probably had 1-2 friends, if not none, and he probably sat alone. shigaraki is full of hatred towards the hero society because they didn’t save him, didn’t give any other chance but to become the villain he is today, so it’s not a surprise that he finds everyone annoying. but especially teenagers. they’re so selfish, so arrogant, acting like the world revolves around them and being full of joy. they think that adulthood equals independence and freedom, yet it’s the complete opposite. life’s shit. and once you’re able to understand that, you feel disappointed. well that’s how he feels too, he didn’t want his life to be like this, he wanted to be a fucking hero. but not everything goes according to plan, right?
#bnha imagines#bnha oneshots#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha x reader#bnha drabbles#bnha angst#bnha fluff#bakugou katsuki#midoriya izuku#kirishima eijirou#kaminari denki#todoroki shouto#bnha dabi#touya todoroki#shigaraki tomura#mha imagines#mha fluff#mha drabbles#bnha x reader#bnha#mha
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mistletoe
included: katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, ejiro kirishima + denki kaminari
warnings: none! all holiday fluff ~
a/n: figured we could use a break from the angst and brighten things up with some cheesy romantic holiday cheer! since this is also sort of a gift for myself, i did all of my favorites hehe. enjoy these short little headcanons about getting caught under the mistletoe with some best boys and happy holidays heroes~!
KATSUKI BAKUGOU definitely thinks you set this up (no shit). you both just happened to walk beneath the mistletoe that had only been hung up as a joke as you’re getting ready to head up for bed? likely story. is he complaining though? . . . no of fucking course not he’ll take any excuse to kiss you. especially since no one seems to be paying attention to either of you. most, if not all of your classmates that still remain in the common room are deeply engaged in the live action grinch movie. some have even fallen asleep. so with a slightly feigned sigh of annoyance, bakugou turns to you, hands still shoved deep in the pockets of his santa coat that you somehow managed to wrestle him into earlier that day, and presses a surprisingly soft kiss to your lips. you’re left floating on cloud nine when he pulls away and the hint of a smile plays at his lips while you grin like a great big dope. “and that’s the last gift you’re getting from me. merry christmas, moron.”
SHOTO TODOROKI he is genuinely confused when mina gleefully races over and dangles the odd looking plant over your heads, announcing through her giggles that you two have to kiss now. in front of everyone? is his immediate thought, a slight shyness overtaking him. he never heard of the mistletoe tradition growing up, but when you explain it to him through your flustered agitation, he thinks it’s quite a silly yet romantic gesture. or it could be in a situation that didn’t involve an audience. most of the class is cheering their support for a kiss and you look like you’re about to melt into a puddle of embarrassment, mumbling to him that he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want. shoto wants to kiss you though, he was just confused at first. gently taking your face into his hands he places a sweet kiss to your lips and the class erupts in a wave of celebratory cheers. “did i do it right?” he asks tentatively once he’s pulled away, anxiety easing when you give him a bright smile. “it was more than perfect. kinda tasted like peppermint!”
IZUKU MIDORIYA he’s just finishing up dishes while the rest of your classmates get ready to settle down to watch a marathon of their favorite holiday movies when you sneak up behind him, holding a small branch of mistletoe over his head. his face ignites a red bright enough to put rudolph’s nose to shame and you’re trying hard not to burst into a fit of giggles. a lot of flustered stuttering, waving of soapy hands, and general embarrassed combustion later, you’re about to tell him that you were only teasing him when he casts a wary glance over his shoulder to make sure no one is looking. then he tugs you in by the belt loop of your jeans for a kiss that leaves you entirely breathless. sometimes you forget how ridiculously good he is at kissing. he dabs a dollop of soap suds on your nose when he pulls away, flashing you an impish smile through reddened cheeks. not fair, you think to yourself still kiss drunk. “aren’t you glad you’re all i wanted for christmas, baby doll?” “kiss me again and i’ll tell you.”
EJIRO KIRISHIMA kaminari helps him out with this one. they hung up a piece of mistletoe just above his dorm door, so when you walk in ready to cuddle and watch holiday movies with some christmas cookies, he’s got you immediately. he knows he can get a kiss from you whenever he wants, he just thinks the gesture is too cheesy and sweet to resist. you love him though and find his romantic effort endearing, of course you have to reward him with a kiss. even if you hadn’t been alone, you know his kiss would have been just as intimate and sensual. one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand rests at the back of your neck, holding you close and kissing you with enough passion to make your head spin. he continues to pepper your face in kisses even as he pulls away. “santa baby got everything he wanted this year.” “oh my god you’re such a dork.”
DENKI KAMINARI denki’s not sure when it became a game, all he knows is that he has been trying to get you all day, but you keep dodging him! he’s not sure how you’re doing it because he’s so sure he’s being sneaky, then you whip around and catch him in the act and shake your head with a smug little grin. he is so determined to get you under the mistletoe at least once. finally it happens though! he catches you just as your about to stand to get another drink from the kitchen and announces triumphantly, “hah, mistletoe!” he swings the little branch over your head, then pats you on the top of the had with it. “c’mon where’s my kiss? i worked hard for it!” accepting your loss, you roll your eyes and giggle, leaning in to place a short peck on his lips before walking away. “what?! that’s all i get?! i think this santa should get a little more sugar!”
#katsuki bakugou#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#todoroki shoto#todoroki x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#izuku midoriya#midoriya x reader#deku x reader#eijiro kirishima#kirishima x reader#denki kaminari#kaminari x reader#mha#bnha
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Say More, Dumbass - KINKTOBER Day 2
Day 2: Dirty Talk
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Pairing: TodoBaku (Todoroki/Bakugou)
Summary: What started off as an excuse to get drunk ends with Bakugou realizing just how powerful Todoroki’s voice can be.
Word Count: 1,878
Prompt by: @lustyargonianmaid
NOTES: Characters are 18+
For once, the students of Class 3-A had a long weekend. Nobody really knew why, but nobody cared. With recently moving into the dorms, most of the students were excited to hang with their classmates away from the pressure of their family and teachers. This strongly included Katsuki Bakugou. Though he wouldn’t admit to anyone, he was looking forward to staying up all Sunday night and not having to worry about an early class with Aizawa the next day. Did he know what he’d do to stay up all night? No. But he was damn sure going to find a way. Closing his laptop, Bakugou slipped on a black tank top and walked next door to Kirishima’s dorm. “Hey, dumbass! Can I come in?” He asked, nearly breaking the door down as his fist pounded against the wood.
“A little busy, Bakugou!” Kirishima grunted out. Bakugou rolled his eyes and pounded once more on the door.
“I know Kaminari’s in there with you, man. I need his help with something. Yours too.” A couple of seconds of silence passed by before Bakugou saw the door slowly open, Kirishima peeking around to check for people nearby. “Can I come in or not? Nobody’s gonna see you, dumbass.”
Kirishima chuckled and walked the blonde in as he closed the door behind them. “Yeah, sorry man. We’re just trying to make sure Mineta and Iida aren’t around. They’re really the only ones who would rat us out. If we got caught with this stuff, we’d get kicked out of UA for sure!”
“We wouldn’t just get kicked out of school, Kiri. We’d get arrested! We can’t drink until we’re 20, man!” Denki chuckled out as he downed what was not his first beer of the night. “Who gives a shit, though, man? We don’t have classes tomorrow! Let’s get so dumb we forget our damn names.” Kiri grabbed another beer from the mini fridge and opened it with a strong grip.
“Were you wanting to join in, Bakugou? Hell, I’m sure we’ve got enough in here for the whole class!” Kiri asked as he slowly savored his drink. Bakugou scoffed and rummaged through the fridge, looking for something stronger than the puny beers he had been sneaking since junior high.
“Do it then, dumbass. It’d be hilarious to see how stupid these weaklings get off such a stupid drink.” Kiri and Denki looked at each other, confused as to whether or not their friend was joking. Bakugou rarely wanted to spend time with anybody in Class 1A other than Denki or Kiri. Even his time spent with Midoriya was starting to become scarce. The two shrugged, deciding that Bakugou likely wouldn’t joke about something as small as this. Assuming so would definitely get the two on his bad side, something neither of the two wanted. “Seriously. Get all the assholes who won’t snitch and bring them in here. I’m bored.”
And so they did. The overall question was whether or not it had been a mistake.
It started off light. Mina and Sero joined inside the dorm, staying calm but definitely still adding to the fun. The five friends just sat around and talked, but Bakugou kept noticing Mina looking at her watch. “The fuck are you looking at, Ashido?”
“Well, I texted Momo and asked her to bring some more people here, but she hasn’t responded yet.” As if on cue, Kiri’s dorm room door opened and a small crowd waited in the doorway. The boys and Mina looked up and ran over to greet them with excitement. Bakugou continued to sit and drink his beer, finishing off what might have been the second bottle. It was enough to get him tipsy, but nothing to make him too sick in the morning. He was almost a little ashamed of how small his tolerance had gotten. What was once a madman downing bottle after bottle of sake was now getting tipsy after just two bottles of beer. He had to find a way to get stronger. There was no way he’d let anybody in this room see him in such a weakened state.
“Would you like a third?” A low, quiet voice spooked the blonde out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw the one person that he wouldn’t mind looking weak in front of. Shoto Todoroki. He could never put a finger on it, but since their battle at the Sports Festival as first years, Bakugou had this fluttery feeling in his stomach around the icy-hot bastard. He’d die before telling anyone, even Kiri, but he had multiple dreams of what it’d feel like to have Todoroki on top of him, filling his ear with words dirtier than ever before.
“I can get one myself, icy-hot.” Bakugou scoffed out, going to stand but getting blocked by Todoroki’s body in front of him. At that moment, it was hard to remember that there were other people around. He did everything he could to keep his blush hidden and his tough expression strong. “Out of my way, icy-hot. I’m trying to move here!” Todoroki looked around, then quietly chuckled and leaned close next to Bakugou, pretending to grab something from the bed the blonde was sitting on.
“A little birdy told me you’ve been dreaming about me.” Todoroki kept his face neutral, but his tone of voice sent chills down Bakugou’s back. He had earlier convinced himself that Shoto was able to put ice in his voice with his quirk. But this, this feeling was both chilling and warm at the same time. It was as if Todoroki’s words alone had frozen him in place. Was this the alcohol talking? No...no it couldn’t be. “Your walls are thin, Bakugou. The question is, should we do something about it?” A small smile played at the corner of Shoto’s lips as he walked away. In a sort of scramble, Bakugou grabbed a bottle of sake from the fridge and made his exit.
“Bakugou, where are you going? You’re the one who organized this thing!” Kirishima shouted out, gesturing his best friend back to the bed.
“I’m going to bed, shitty hair. These extras aren’t my style.” Bakugou muttered, slamming the door behind him. After making sure the halls were clear, he practically sped to Todoroki’s dorm. It wasn’t hard considering the boy’s dorm was next to his own, but he could barely contain it anymore. Between Todoroki’s words and the alcohol rushing through his veins, he could already feel himself getting flushed with anticipation. Before Bakugou could even raise his hand to knock on the other’s door, it opened and invited Bakugou inside the traditional looking room. Todoroki stood near the doorway, a conniving, lustful gaze fueling his eyes with fire.
“Why did I know you’d rush over here?” Todoroki asked, leading himself and Bakugou towards the bed as he started to strip off his shirt. The blonde eyed his chest up and down, dazed at the sight of Todoroki’s stripped body.
“Y-you don’t take any time, do you, Icyhot?” He asked, hurriedly stripping down to his boxers. The taller man responded with a snicker and a “come hither” gesture, inviting Bakugou to the bed. As soon as the hot head got close enough, Todoroki grabbed him by the throat and pinned him down to the bed. Even if Bakugou wanted to get out, there’s no way he could. He felt goosebumps rising atop his skin. Was Todoroki using his quirk?
“Oh, on the contrary, Bakugou.” He leans in to whisper to the man below him. “I plan on taking all night with you. By the time I’m done, you’ll be bruised, speechless, and barely able to walk. Does that sound good to you?” An audible gulp sunk down Bakugou’s throat. Of course it sounded good to him. He lightly nodded, already a little speechless due to the position he was in. Receiving the invitation, Todoroki dove down and kissed Bakugou passionately, adding spice and lust to every movement.
“What are you gonna do?” The blonde huffed, needing the other’s voice to fill his ear. There was something about it. It was like Todoroki’s own quirk had filled every part of him, including his voice. What would sound cool and harsh one second could sound warm and fiery the next. He needed it. All of it. Todoroki broke the kiss from the blonde’s lips and began moving down his neck, leaving dark love marks in the nooks and crannies of his collarbone.
“Are you sure you want to know, Bakugou? I mean..actions do speak louder than words, don’t they?” Todoroki spoke in between bites, using his ice quirk to cool the marks as he left them. He knew that Bakugou wouldn’t want people seeing what was done to him, and Todoroki understood that. But this, what Bakugou was asking, seemed a little odd.
“Just keep talking, dumbass! You know how to multitask, don’t you?” He responded in between tiny groans, chilled by the icy feeling on his skin. Todoroki chuckled in response and removed both his and Bakugou’s boxers, letting their cocks spring free from their confines. The older one leaned down to Bakugou’s member, giving the side of it a long, wet lick before lowering his hand to stroke the length. Bakugou leaned his head back in pleasure, relieved at the contact after going so long without it. Todoroki leaned in towards his ear, lightly nibbling the lobe before speaking with his hot breath.
“You’re already so hard for me, Bakugou, you’ve been waiting for this moment, haven’t you?” Nothing but a pleasured grunt comes from the blonde. He doesn’t want to talk right now, just listen and feel everything that Todoroki is giving him. “Since you’re so keen to listen, I’ll tell you every little thing I plan on doing to you...is that what you want, Bakugou?” A light nod came from the blonde, as if to say please keep talking. Todoroki snickered and started to pick up his pace on Bakugou’s cock. “I’ve thought of you too, you know? I know the front you put on, Bakugou. You’re loud and angry towards everyone. But it’s just pent up frustration, isn’t it? You just want someone who fucks you so rough, so relentlessly that you can’t think anymore.” A quiet moan slipped Bakugou’s lips. It was always the quiet ones who were so wild in bed, and Todoroki was no exception.
“Y-yes...please, just -”
“Did I say you could fucking speak?” Todoroki growled, using his free hand to wrap it around Bakugou’s neck. “Speak out of turn again and I’ll find a better use for that mouth of yours.” Bakugou nodded and leaned his head back, ready and eager to listen to every dirty word that decided to drip out of Todoroki’s hot hot mouth. “God, look at you. So needy for me…you want more, don’t you, Bakugou?” Another nod, not wanting to speak out of turn again. “I’ll fuck that tight hole of yours so hard, all you’ll want is more. I’ll grind into so rough..so deep, you’ll nearly pass out from pleasure. Is that what you want? You can tell me.”
Sweating and twitching from anticipation, Bakugou looked up at him and mustered up whatever words he could. “Say...more..d-dumbass.”
#mha#bnha#mha smut#bnha smut#katsuki bakugou#shoto todoroki#todobaku#bakugou katsuki#todoroki shouto#todobaku smut#kinktober 2020#kinktober
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How Would They React Sharing a Sleeping Bag With You?
[Headcanons]
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Denki Kaminari x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader (Separately)
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Summary: The class was going to go camping until he/she had forgotten his/her sleeping bag. So he/she had to share with you.
(P.s. To make it more interesting, let’s just say Momo was drained so she couldn’t use her quirk in the middle of the night.)
Warning: Cursing, maybe some scenarios that makes you perverted,
Genre: Fluff
Keys:
Y/n- your name,
Reader: Neutral
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Katsuki Bakugo:
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I swear he’d ‘kill the shit out of’ Yaoyorozu just to make another sleeping bag.
But she was too tired, after overusing her quirk into making other important and unimportant objects.
Everyone was also in pairs, (One student with the Teacher). And somehow, he was paired with you. The person he respected and liked. It was somehow luck, or curse that you had forgotten your sleeping bag. He wanted to be close to you, But not this close 👌.
“Hurry and make a fucking sleeping bag for Y/n Ponytail!” He shouted at her, grabbing her collar. “She needs some rest Bakubro- She’s been doing things for us y’know?” Kirishima placed his hand on top of his shoulder. You were no where to be seen. He heard you were at the river nearby.
“Or maybe he’s too scared to make a move on having a crush on Y/n~” Kaminari mocks, making Bakugo shot a glare at him. The Bakusquad only laughs at him, making him blush.
He loosened his grip and gave a tired Yaoyorozu to Kirishima. Kirishima gave him a confused look. He rolled his eyes and went to your tent.
He lied down looking at the roof of the tent. It wasn’t big, but it was big enough to fit both of you. “Bakugo! Time to make food for us!” Sero called him, cutting him out of his trance. He groans but stood up and left the tent.
You were already waiting sitting on a log, your stomach softly grumbling. You didn’t notice that Bakugo was staring at you while you were looking up at the dark sky, the stars were visible.
It was at the middle of the night when the others went to sleep. Leaving you and Bakugo alone sitting inside the tent, thinking of a solution of how to sleep properly inside a sleeping bag without touching each other.
Bakugo noticed you yawn while staring at the sleeping bag. Luckily, the bag was more bigger to fit both of you perfectly. “You should go sleep.” He says softly. You looked at him. It was either you or your imagination that he was looking soft.
“Sleep.” He tells you with a bit more serious tone. “How about you?” You tried to keep yourself awake. “I’ll be fine.” His heart beating, maybe it was because you were worried. “But it’s cold today.” You replied, Bakugo noticed that it was almost a whine.
Bakugo froze when you told him that he should sleep with you in the sleeping bag. It was either you or your tired/sleepy state. He didn’t protest or anything since he was beside you. Your back was turned to his. But his chest was close enough that you could probably hear his heartbeat raising.
Few minutes had passed, you couldn’t sleep. You didn’t knew about Bakugo but you were sure he was asleep. You were going to turn to face him until you felt his strong arms wrap around you and kept you near his chest.
You couldn’t help but blush furiously. You can feel him sniff your hair before dreamily sighing. “Good night...” He whispered.
Bonus, Warning; light crack:
“Good night to you too Bakugo.” You answered back, trying to hold your laughter. Bakugo unwrapped his arms around you quickly, you slightly frowned as he do so.
“You were awake the whole time?!” He whispered, trying to not shout at you when the others were sleeping. “Can’t sleep.” You smiled, feeling fully awake.
He gruffed but went back into hugging you again. “You’re mine now.” He said, wrapping you a bit tighter before sleeping again.
The next morning, The bakusquad was taking pictures. Reason? They noticed you both haven’t gotten out of the tent yet so they decided to check for juicy details. And there were one waiting for them. They went inside the tent seeing both of you wrapped around in each others arms. They took multiple pictures for blackmail. To their dismay, you and Bakugo had woke up to see them grinning and their phones in their hands.
P.S. Bakugo took care of them while Aizawa took care of Bakugo.
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Denki Kaminari:
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Wowie he sure is going to be luck-y! Being in the same tent with his crush is great but sleeping in the same sleeping bag as you?! That’s Jackpot!
He didn’t forgot his sleeping bag on purpose, he was on a hurry.
He didn’t beg for Yaoyorozu to make another sleeping bag for him. It was a stepping stone into getting a relationship with you, so why would he pass?
When Aizawa asked to come in pairs, the first person in mind was you. It has always been.
“Hey Y/n, Wanna be my pair?” He asks, grinning and blushing slightly. You were also blushing. You nodded, it wasn’t like no one was going to be your pair, you wanted a certain someone to be your pair.
It was already dark and Kaminari invited you stargazing with him. ‘Just you and me Y/n. So, wanna come?’ His words repeated on your mind like a loop. Making you flustered.
You both were watching the stars while he makes a conversation, mostly goofing around and giving you compliments which never fails to make you blush.
Minutes had passed and you started to feel sleepy. You urged yourself to fight your tired mind. Kaminari noticed it and confronted you about it. “Wanna go back to the camp? We could always do this the next time.” You nodded. You felt arms wrap behind your back and thighs, then you didn’t feel the ground like earlier. Until you noticed he was carrying you back to the camp.
You were too tired on fighting and trying to walk on your own so you let him do his thing. In which he gladly did.
Back to the camp was not far. But he was grinning to himself when his skin touched yours. You were softly snoring while your head was laying beside his chest.
Bonus:
He gently placed you in the sleeping bag. After a few seconds, you started to squirm. He wasn’t inside the sleeping bag, instead he gave you space and decided to sleep, sitting down.
He looked at you in the mix of worried and confusion. Why were you squirming? He asks himself.
You looked so uncomfortable, cold maybe? You couldn’t stop squirming while he tried to cover you up.
While he was trying to cover you up again, you grab his wrist. Making him jump, then you pulled him to you. “So you wanted to sleep with me hm? Should’ve told me babe~” He cooes. Earning a groan from you.
In the morning, he- no everyone- couldn’t wipe the grin in his face. ‘Best night of my life!’ His grin widened.
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Shoto Todoroki:
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3 words. He didn’t complain.
Sleeping beside his crush isn’t common, nor rare. It was, just right. Probably.
He stared at you as you converse with Midoriya. He was happy he could be in the same tent as you but he didn’t know if you were comfortable with it. Of course he doesn’t want to be touchy to the people he doesn’t date.
While eating, he tried to make a conversation with you. It was poor, but he tried. So you made the conversation in your own hands. You saw him smile while you were talking to him about stuff.
9pm had came faster than both of you had thought. Aizawa told everyone to sleep and get ready for tomorrow. While both you and Todoroki were sitting.
“Are you fine with this?” He calmly asks, looking a bit concerned. “Yes.” You whispered.
It was going to be a cold night. And you don’t want to freeze to death. So you decided to ask him if you could sleep beside his left side. He relutantly agreed, meaning that you would sleep beside him today. And he didn’t want you to get accidentally burn you while you were sleeping, so he gave you a warning which you probably will ignore.
You wrapped your arms to Todoroki. He stiffens but melted a while after, trying to not wake you up or burn you.
He stares at you in the corner of his eye until he sleeps.
The night was not a problem to you and Todoroki while the others complain about the cold last night.
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Among Us AU (Students)
I'm picturing this as them being actual characters in the game, not them playing the game.
Let's get the colors out of the way first:
Kiri is red, Denki is yellow, Bakugou is orange, Mina is pink, Deku is dark green, Tsu is lime, Iida is dark blue, Todoroki is white, Ochako is brown, Mirio is cyan, Tamaki is black, and Shinsou is purple.
Best Imposters: Mirio, DEKU, Shinsou, Tamaki, and Bakugou
Best Crewmates: IIDA, Deku, Todoroki, Tsu
Iida is probably the fastest crewmate, so nobody bothers going after him.
Wears the safety mask.
He calls regular emergency meetings as "check-ups" and is very adamant about the buddy system.
Can be seen chopping the air whenever he "thinks" he saw someone venting and when he's arguing during discussions.
Usually takes charge during discussions and if he dies, then Mirio takes charge
You'll probably find him in security watching the cameras.
It's very obvious whenever he's the importer.
He literally never vents.
He sticks to snapping necks and then speeding off so fast you can't catch him on the cameras
But he always gives himself away by getting super defensive when anybody asks him a question
"Where were you, Iida?"
"My location during the murder is none of your concern. I don't have to tell you anything at all. In fact, you can come see me scan in Medbay. Actually, don't! You might be the impostor yourself, Midoriya! Trying to pull the wool over our eye–"
"Yeah, go ahead and vote him out. 😪"
Mina, Denki, and Eijiro all dance around Bakugou while he's doing his tasks like cheerleaders and it pisses him the hell off because he can't focus.
Kirishima picks up any babies or pets that were left behind, even if he was the imposter.
He wears the ninja headband because they look "manly".
He honestly hates being the imposter because he gets so stressed out.
Usually just sticks to sabotaging.
He's really reluctant to kill and when he does, it is super sloppy.
One of those alien imposters that eat the crewmates. 🥴
He doesn't really defend himself if the crew starts suspecting him tho.
"I'm sorry I killed you, Shoto. That was super unmanly. 😞"
Shoto's ghost: 😐
Speaking of Shoto, he very rarely does tasks.
The only reason he's a good crewmate is because he's so quiet, the imposter won't even notice he's in the same room when they vent or kill someone.
Wears nothing but his suit, but can be persuaded to wear the halo.
You'll probably find him just wandering around in the halls, so he's an easy kill.
He's one of those Chaotic Neutral characters that say you can vote them out if they're wrong.
"I think I saw Kaminari kill Midoriya...but I could be wrong. You guys can just vote me out if I'm wrong."
He and Deku are very good at doing double kills and then venting right after.
He kills with knives or by impaling and then just walks off because he forgets he can vent.
But, he's not a good imposter by himself because he's kinda forgetful and doesn't make good arguments for himself.
"Shoto's faking tasks."
"No, I'm not. 😐"
Kirishima, Ochako, and Tsu are really reluctant to vote anyone out.
Everyone hates when they're the last people left because they usually throw the entire game.
While Kirishima and Tsu could be persuaded with evidence, Ochako usually just skips.
"Do we really have to vote them out? I mean...do you actually have proof?"
"I literally saw them kill Tsu."
"I don't know. I'm just gonna skip."
Ochako has to snap people's necks because she's too poor to afford a gun 😔.
Ochako, Mirio, and Mina refuse to kill anyone with pets or babies. They're murderers, not monsters.
Ochako and Tsu wear matching pink flowers.
Bakugou is a terrible crewmate, merely because he throws wild accusations until they stick (mostly at Deku)
“Deku’s the imposter!”
“Bakugou...Deku’s dead this round. 👁👄👁”
He gets so mad anytime the crew wants to vote him out, even if he is the imposter.
"I think it was Bakugou."
"No, the hell it wASN'T!"
"You've just been a little sus, dude."
"I WAS DOING MY TASK THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU PIECES OF SHIT THINK IT'S ME?!? ARE YOU DEADASS?!💥🖐🏻🤬"
"What are you getting so mad for? 👀"
"I'M "GETTING MAD" BECAUSE YOU BACK ALLEY RAT TURDS ARE BLAMING ME, KNOWING DAMN WELL YOU SAW ME DOING TASKS! I'M NOT THE-"
And he's a petty bitch so he never does his tasks as a ghost. He just grumbles and follows Kiri around.
Wears that backwards hat because he thinks it looks cool, but don't say anything about it or he will take it off.
Now, he's really in his element as the imposter.
🌠Gaslighting: the game🌠
Deku better hope they never get paired up together, because Bakugou will follow him around and report him as soon as he kills.
"Deku's the imposter. I caught his dumbass lacking."
"K-Kacchan? 🥺"
He prefers to work by himself, but he'll corporate with Kiri, Denki, or Mina.
Weapon of choice is a knife because it's hands-on and he really likes to...get into character.
Tsu and Mina are both imposter types that eat people.
They also have a ton of pets and babies with them at all times
Mina will never empty the garbage.
Ever.
She also wears those cute devil horns.
Tsu always does her tasks as a ghost and then hovers by the abandoned babies/pets.
"Has anybody seen Tsu?"
Tsu: 🐸❤👶🏽
She's also really good at telling when someone is lying, that's why she's one of the first killed.
Denki tries his best, but...
"Leave the electrical tasks to me!"
And then he comes back like: 👍🏻🥴👍🏻
Just completely fried.
He wears that posted note that says "Dum" because he thinks its "ironic"...nobody even bothers telling him it's not.
Really reluctant to kill, but he doesn't understand how to sabotage so it's his only option. He just uses a gun because it seems less personal.
"Sorry to do this to ya, dude. But you know how it goes. 🔫😗✌🏼"
Shinsou's power makes him win every game as an imposter. He's basically OP.
"Hey, Shinsou! Did you just vent?"
"Did you?"
"No–"
"Yeah, how bout you come jump on this knife 😼🔪"
Nobody ever sees him because he likes traveling through the vents and it's crazy because no one ever questions him either.
Sleeps in the vents.
He wears the red beanie.
He generally sticks to popping out of a vent, snapping necks, and going back into the vents.
Knows the vent system of every map like the back of his hand.
Sometimes he uses a knife if he's feeling ✨ᖴᗩᑎᑕY✨
A horrible crewmate.
He'll be sleeping in places he shouldn't be.
Like, he'll do some of his tasks, but he's not running to fix the O2 or the Reactor.
The alarms could be blaring and he'll be like:
"I'm sure somebody'll get that 😴."
He never brings anything to the discussion AT ALL.
He just votes with the majority, honestly.
He literally can not be found in the entire ship and you'll only see him at discussions, then he disappears like a shadow.
So, it's obvious that he rarely gets killed.
He only really pairs up with Deku (and he's usually the one that kills Shinsou)
Poor Tamaki.
He, like Denki, tries his best.
Please, God, don't leave him alone.
He tries to stay with Mirio or Kiri when doing tasks.
He wears that little green plant on his head 🥺.
The thought of there being a murderer around every corner stresses him the fuck out, so his hands are too shaky to do wires.
Doesn't like long tasks, they leave him too exposed.
If you think he's nervous during tasks, imagine him during discussions.
It's like doing back to back presentations on a topic you never researched.
He tries to be helpful by adding his two cents, but there are definitely some...big personalities in the group.
"I...think I s-saw orange vent."
"What the hell are you mumbling about?! Speak up, dammit!"
"N-nevermind, it's no use. 😞"
Now, he's surprisingly a really good imposter.
He's one of the few that nobody ever expects.
He works better with Mirio or Kirishima, and while he prefers to just sabotage, he isn't afraid to eat a bitch.
Tentacles come out of his stomach, so he's just waiting in decontamination like:
🧍🏻♂️🐙
You wouldn't think Mirio would be a good imposter, but that's EXACTLY what he wants you to think.
He's smarter than he let's on and he plays dumb to his advantage.
"Mirio, why didn't you go to reactor when the alarm went off?"
"I was looking for my buddy, Tamaki. And I got a bit lost."
"Why didn't you just use your map—"
"Heh, we should just skip, right? 😅👍🏻"
Uses his big boy muscles to snap necks and then self-reports.
Says a corny dad joke before he kills someone.
"Hey, What does a liar do after he dies?"
"Wha—"
"He lies still. Heh, get it? 👱🏻"
"😐"
"👱🏻🔪"
Wears a banana peel on his head and I feel like that needs no explanation.
He relies heavily on his quirk to move around as an imposter and a crewmate.
He just fucking pops out of the ground.
This also means he can catch imposters in the act.
He works well with anyone, but he still makes a good imposter by himself.
He really likes the Sked because of the simple design.
Follows people around for fun and his dumbass gets voted off because of it.
Uses his quirk to pop through walls and scare people.
"Hah. Key swipe, huh? 👱🏻"
Always swipes his key perfectly every time.
He does all of the tasks that nobody else wants to, including his own.
"What did you call an emergency meeting for, Mirio?"
"I just missed you guys. ☺"
"..."
"Vote him out."
Now, Izuku is really good in either role.
This is partially because of a little notebook he keeps filled with stats on the crewmates.
It also holds notes on how long it takes to complete different tasks, multiple layouts of the different ships, a list of combinations for O2, etc.
This comes in handy during discussions.
"Wait. Mina, you came from the labs all the way to the office to call a meeting? And you said it took you four minutes to get here while running, but that's, at least, a fifteen-minute journey, even if you ran at your maximum speed. The only people who could get here that fast are Iida, Mirio, and I. But, there is a vent that leads from the labs to storage and you could probably get here in four minutes if you used it. Also, if you saw Tamaki kill Todoroki, why didn't you just report the body—"
"Oh my God, Izuku. Just vote me out. 😒"
After finishing his tasks, he usually goes to admin to keep an eye on the body count. If not there, he'll be taking notes in the cafeteria.
He gets really focused on his tasks, so he's kind of an easy kill.
He has a little green baby on his head and his name is Kota 😌.
The notebook also helps him out when he's the imposter.
He knows which rooms have vents and where they lead.
Nobody ever suspects sweet baby Izuku to be the killer 🥺 no, not wittle baby boy.
Nobody, but Katsuki.
Literally, if there's no concrete evidence against him, hardly anyone thinks it's him.
And Katsuki isn't exactly trustworthy when it comes to Izuku, but he's literally right every time.
The king of sabotage.
He'll hit the lights, lock the door to Electrical, turn on O2, stab someone in the dark, and then vent to the other side of the ship.
As I said earlier, he's really good at getting double kills and then venting away.
He's real handy with a knife, but he has a strength-based quirk so he could snap necks if he wants.
They hardly ever win by finishing all of their tasks, because Mirio keeps following people around, Katsuki doesn't do tasks as a ghost, Kiri doesn't know how to upload the files, Shinsou sleeps through every alarm, Shoto forgets he has a map and gets lost, and Denki won't do his unless Iida chases him around and forces him.
God help these children 😩.
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Hi! I loved the future children ask! But how about our UA boys when they look at their child thinking that the the (e/c),(h/c) mean that their s/o is the mother but when they take the kid to they s/o they kid is like : " That's not my mommy, that's is [idk,Monoma's child name] mom"
I can see their faces when the kid says no to them. So I’ll make the reader be their crush bc it will be easier that way and less angsty I guess. Also I’ll write for people I haven’t done any child related request already *bc you didn’t clarify sorry*. Enjoy. Love ya. 💖💖💖
P.S. The Shirakumo requests that I got are just angst masterpieces, so I’m warning you.
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Bakugou Katsuki
-The little devil that was facing him had him shook.
-I mean it was a mini him, with h/c hair.
-They stood there staring at each other for a solid five minutes before the brat ran off making Katsuki chase after him.
-The things the kid said....ooooHHH boi.
-Phrases such as “old bastard” and “slow old man” were being tossed at Katsuki, making him boil.
-Once he managed to catch the kid he had to make him listen to what he was saying.
-The kid was stubborn.
-He wouldn’t sit still and listen to Katsuki’s words and whenever he did listen to him he would stick his tongue out and mock him.
-After half an hour, Bakugou managed to get the general picture of the situation and he came to the conclusion that....
-His kid is a fucking nightmare.
-Like holy shit how does he and his wife handle the devil’s spawn???
-Speaking of wife.
-As he analysed the kid in front of him, he could see some similarities with his crush.
-The hair color, the eye shape and the quirk of the brows were identical to your features.
-That means that you must be his mother.
- “Oi brat! Who’s your mother?”
-The answer was... not your name.
-He was taken aback.
-He saw the similarities how could this be???
- “Isn’t Y/N your mom?”
- “No you baka!! That’s the twins mom.”
-Silence...
- “The Todoroki twins, she’s not my mom!!”
-THAT HALF AND HALF BASTARD!!!
-Todoroki and his crush???
-Icyhot and Y/N?
-His Y/N????
-He.Was.Livid.
-He left the kid in his room and hunted down poor Todoroki.
-Who had no idea what was going on.
-And why Bakugou was trying to kill him...again.
-The fact that Bakugou found him with you, alone, in the common room really didn’t help calm his nerves.
-House arrest for a month and you had to order a new sofa.
Kaminari Denki
-He had no idea how a four year old child ended up in his room.
-What made things worst was the fact that the little boy clung to him, the moment he stepped into the room.
-And he wouldn’t let go.
-Sobs and sniffles were coming from the child clinging to his leg and Denki was lost.
-After numerous attempts to calm the boy down, he finally succeeded by giving the little e/c eyed boy his phone to play games on.
-He sighed in relief when no sobs could be heard.
-Denki needed some minutes to calm himself down before he started questioning the kid.
- “There was this big flash and then boom I got here! It was really cool, daddy.”
-Some light bulbs burst in the hallway outside his room.
-Daddy? Him????
-You kiddin???
-He looked at the boy again and he could now pin point the resemblances.
-The vibrant blonde hair with that small stripe, the skin tone and the whole face structure were identical to his.
-The only thing that was different from Kaminari was the eyes.
-Both the color and the shape reminded Denki of you.
-His crush.
-Or one of his two crushes.
-He was really indecisive.
-At this point he was sweating like crazy and his clothes felt suffocating.
-Should he ask the boy about his mother?
-Would that be weird?
-Would he freak out?
-Would Denki himself be freaked out?
-Would he short circuit?
-A high pitch squeal coming from the little boy snapped him out of his turmoil of thoughts.
-The boy was doing a small victory dance because of him passing a level and right there Denki could see clear as day that this kid was his.
-After a particular move small sparks shot from his chubby fingers and he squealed again, sitting back down like nothing happened.
-Yep definitely his.
- “So....is Y/N a good mom?”
-The boy looked at him in confusion before saying:
- “I don’t know I guess you’ll have to ask Sero-kun.”
-Yes he short circuited.
-The whole building was stripped from electricity for a whole hour.
-He doesn’t end up with you???
-Sero gets to be your baby daddy???
-How did that happen?
-Once he recollected himself, he went back to trying to take care of the little human and learning more about his future.
-When the boy fell asleep, Denki was quite pleased.
-Even if the future wasn’t with you by his side, he couldn’t deny that he was excited to start building what his son described.
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Just A Game: Nope
Anime: My Hero Academia (SMAU)
LEVEL DOWN | MENU | LEVEL UP
A few hours later, he came around with some sushi.
Kaminari went to the bathroom and as he passed the hallway window, he noticed Shinso getting out of his car. So he raced back to warn Y/N.
She stood there for a few moments before taking a deep breath in. She said she would talk to him. It stunned everyone.
Judging by the last time she faced a conflict like this, the way she acted now was way different. She didn't want to ignore the problem, she wanted to face it. It was unusual for her to do so.
Kaminari offered to come. He was worried for Y/N. Everyone there was. But he felt his heart heave the most when she said she wanted to talk to him. Although, Y/N still insisted on going alone.
"What are you doing here, Shinso?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Shinsos stopped on his tracks. He wasn't even inside yet and she was in front of him. "I... was gonna' drop off some lunch because you seemed a little out of it during our texts." He claimed, holding a bento box, "Are you okay?"
Y/N tilted her head to the side and mumbled out, "I'm fine. Although I was wondering when your part in Uraraka's video comes up." She watched as he stiffened in his shoes. "Because I watched the full 45 minute thing, and you were nowhere to be found."
"My parts were probably cut out." He told her, shrugging his shoulders, "Don't worry about it, I don't do much."
Y/N squinted at him before clenching the fabric of her shirt. "That's a lie, Shinso." She stated, "I talked to Uraraka. She said you had nothing to do with the video. And that you weren't even filming with them."
Shinso froze. He didn't think she'd go so far. But she did and now he was found out. "Okay..." He sighed out, dropping his shoulders into a slouch, "I'm... I wasn't in the video and I didn't help... I'm sorry, Y/N."
"Why did you lie to me?" She asked, lofting her head up to stare him in the eyes.
"Because I..." He started, but found himself struggling to finish. Todoroki's words rang in his head. 'You have to tell the truth to some of us'. Why did that stop him now?
"Because I didn't want you to know why I really missed out on our date."
"And why did you miss out on our date?"
A part of them wanted to be thrilled for announcing that it was officially a date, to the both of them. But they couldn't right now.
"I... drank too much coffee the night before because I wanted to make sure which one I liked before going out with you." Shinso stated. It felt like a weight off of his chest, but he knew just admitting this wouldn't make things any better.
No matter what, that little part of him wanted for Y/N to never know the real reason he don't make it to their date. Or maybe for her to forget now that she knows. Maybe it was his pride or his insecurity.
She only grit her teeth and pinched the bridge of her nose. On the inside, she found it kind of cute that he was going so far. But that doesn't mean lying was okay for that.
"Shinso, why are you keeping secrets from me?" She huffed out.
"Why not?" He retorts, his defenses pulling up, "Why should I always tell you the truth?"
This was his barrier. He'd become snarky and sarcastic in times when he was freaking the Hell out, like now. His mind was screaming at him for doing this whilst his mouth kept ratting off whatever bullshit he thought of. It was horrible and he knew full well that it was.
She was shocked. She took a step forward to him. "I thought we were finally getting somewhere, Shinso..." She mumbled out to him, blinking her eyes, "I really wanted to get to know you. Maybe we could've been friends or—..."
Shinso's heart was beating so fast at what she was saying. It's been weeks since they met. Shinso would be lying if he said his YouTube history wasn't filled of her videos and best stream moments. He adored her. Even from the start. His first 'research' task was when they went to the shops together. He liked how she seemed like a normal person and not some big time streamer. She was amazing and he knew that from the start.
Getting to know Y/N was like a very hard game that only few dare to play. You have to get passed her jokes and Daisuke talk to see that she's actually very caring and wants to please everyone. Under that, she was hard-working and driven. And beneath that, she was insecure of letting people in.
He could tell by the fact that she became so wary and walled in after he didn't show for their date. It took a while to break those walls down.
They had texted for weeks after that and he simply made it back to his respawn point where Y/N would make jokes about Daisuke being her child. He could go in with another life.
"I don't know if this is just a game to you, but this is my life, Shinso." Y/N stated, pulling Shinso out of his gaming thoughts, "I... really wanted to let you in. But not anymore."
Shinso could feel his embarrassed anger piling up. He didn't want the dam to break but it most definitely did. "You only wanted me in my life because you think I'm pretty, Y/N." He told her.
"That's not true!" She called out, feeling even more offended now.
"You don't know anything about me." He claimed, waving a hand in the air, "You only like me because you think I'm hot. Name one thing about me. Go on."
She looked angered by his statement, like she wanted to pound his face in. But when Y/N relaxed a little, she released her fists at her sides. She looked up to Shinso, furrowed brows.
"No. I don't want to name the things I know about you." She said lowly. She stepped forward, jabbing a finger into Shinso's chest harshly.
"Because fuck you, Shinso. I thought I knew you enough to say you were a good person, but now I see that I really don't know who the Hell you are. And if this is you, then I don't want to."
With that, she turned away and shut the door behind her. Looking up, she saw Jirou, Kaminari, Kirishima and Bakugou standing there. They most definitely were eavesdropping.
They didn't say a word, only making their way back up to the studio.
"Get off your phone, Y/N."
She looked up from her screen, seeing Bakugou standing in front of her. He had his hands on his hips, one of them with his drum sticks encased inside. He looked irritated and strict, making Y/N sigh and place her device back on the couch. She was going through her silly text messages with Shinso.
It had been two hours since he left, Y/N declaring that she didn't want anything to do with someone who wouldn't tell her the truth.
"Right, right, I gotta' focus." She said, rummaging through the piles of papers that had lyrics written on them, "I can't get distracted anymore!"
They were all pre-written, half of them Jirou's and a quarter each for both Y/N and Kaminari. Some of them were absolute shit, written at 4 AM with alcohol running through their systems. Others were well-written but only half done, abandoned as soon as another idea popped into their head. Only few were great and finished.
"Still mad about Shinso?" Kaminari asks from apposite her, sitting on the floor with his electric guitar on his lap.
Y/N nodded her head slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." She responded quietly back, trying to re-read the sentence over again, "But that doesn't matter anymore. We're working on a video. I can't let you guys take all the work."
They all exchanged looks before Y/N grabbed her drink from the table. As she sipped, Bakugou clicked his tongue and stood up from his spot on the couch, moving to the drum set.
"That bastard doesn't deserve it." He claims, twirling the drum sticks in between his fingers, "He should've just told you the fucking truth from the start."
Y/N had reached out to Uraraka as soon as she realised that Shinso had lied. She asked the brunette if he was in the video at all, and she asked for the truth. Uraraka did tell her the truth. That Shinso wasn't a part of the video. At all. She also apologised for the things he did. Y/N said it wasn't her fault and that she didn't need to apologise.
"What's so great about him anyway?" Jirou questioned, tuning her bass guitar.
Y/N blinked a fee times at her. "He's just... so calm and I felt loose around him, like with you guys." She admitted, playing with the corner of the paper in her hand, "It was like he went out of his way just to talk to me. It was nice."
The smile she wore soon fell. Because she realised she was smiling. And needed to stop.
"I guess not anymore." She mumbled out, placing her hand on the table, "If he has to lie about filming a video as an excuse."
Everyone noticed how down she was. Usually when she was upset, they'd play games and stuff to help her. She would even play Minecraft, it was relaxing. Kaminari once deleted a whole lot of footage for an upcoming video and got Y/N to calm down by building her a flower garden in her world.
But she refused this time. She didn't want anyone to see how badly Shinso affected her. It was horrible. But she wanted to work.
"Maybe if we liked each other some more, then this wouldn't have happened." She whispers to herself.
Kirishima eyes a stack of papers. "Hey, what about this one?" He asked, trying to pull her out of her thoughts, "Have you done this one yet?"
Y/N plucked the paper out of his hands. She then shook her head upon reading it. "Nope. I haven't." She informed them, passing around the paper to Jirou, "Me and Jirou worked on it but we can't get the third verse right."
Once Kaminari got the paper, he gasped and searched for another one. "Wait, wait, wait!" He shouted out, waving the lyrics in the air, "I've got something perfect for this!"
He shoved the stack of papers into Y/N's lap. She chuckled, reading through them, "Wow, Denki, these are great. I bet we can use them for this song." She stood up and walked over to the other electric guitar. "Katsuki, can you follow along? Jirou has bass line and I have main plucking."
Bakugou nodded his head, ready to play.
The air seemed better now that she was distracted. Everyone silently cheered for Kirishima, thanking him for finding a solution to this unspoken problem.
They started playing, Bakugou falling in line with the drumming and Jirou teaching Kaminari the base chords.
Kaminari said the lyrics he wrote didn't quite suit his voice, which is why he dropped the song after getting to the chorus. He has asked Bakugou to sing it and he refused. He said he'd kill him if he asked again. So Kaminari asked Kirishima, who sheepishly accepted after the blonde assured him that his voice fit perfectly.
"Y/N, you doing okay?" Kaminari asked, hand on his hip, "You seem more tired than usual."
She waved her hand. "I keep messing up the plucking. It's freaking hard to keep it in line while singing." She sighed out, stretching her fingers out.
"Why don't I play the plucking while you sing?" Kirishima offered, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood by Bakugou, "You sing the chorus' and the first and second verse. So I can play the rest to take it off your hands. Easy."
Y/N smiled, looking at him with a grateful gaze. "That'd be great, Eijiro. Thank you." She said, handing him the electric guitar. As she began teaching him the chords and the plucking, Jirou, Kaminari and Bakugou stood by.
"Really brings you back, huh?" Kaminari said, staring at them. They all looked so happy.
"Yeah. Back in high school, when all this was just a pipe dream." Jirou laughed quietly, shaking her head. She would've never dreamed of having her own studio.
Bakugou hardened his glance at Y/N. "Should've kept her safe." He told them.
Jirou and Kaminari shared a look.
"There's only so much we can do for her. She's bound to fight for herself at some point. Y/N's strong."
Fun Fact: Y/N and Jirou have a bunch of things they've worked on. Jirou's played alongside her in many video games, sometimes with Mina too. And Y/N's featured in many of Jirou's songs. 'On Board Bebop' is Y/N's most recent project that her fans begged her to make with Jirou featured, which is a pile of songs she wrote with her passion and emotions. That's because the way 'Cowboy Bebop' ended made Y/N feel different than she was before she watched it.
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