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doumadono · 5 months

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Hiii! How are you?? I don't know if this an emergency but... Can you do any bnha character (I have preference in Kaminari and Sero, but can be anyone you choice) where reader had an s3xu4l 4ss4ult after one party with they males best friends? Who I thought was my best friends end up 4bus1ng me when I was drunk and high, I barely remember what happened after the 4bus3 started.

You can ignore if you don't feel comfortable doing it, thank you for your time 💕

A/N: hiya, Nonnie, I'm doing pretty fine lately. I hope that as of now, you're doing a little better, my dear. I'm truly sorry to hear that you went through such a traumatic experience. It's important to acknowledge that you are not alone, and there are people who care about your well-being. If you're comfortable, consider reaching out to someone you trust, be it a friend, family member, or a mental health professional. Your feelings are valid, and taking steps towards healing is a brave and empowering choice

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Kaminari notices that something is off with you, and his usual, cheerful demeanor turns serious. "Hey, you seem a bit off. Everything okay?"

You, hesitant at first, finally admit, "I… I don't know, Denki. Something happened after one party we attended, and I don't know how to deal with it…"

He approaches you with genuine concern, asking if everything is okay, not pressuring you to share but making it clear he's there for you. "You can tell me anything, okay?"

Eventually, you open up to Kaminari about the sexual assault you experienced, and he listens attentively without judgment. Tearfully, you recount the incident, and Kaminari's expression shifts from shock to empathy. "Oh God, sparks, I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

Kaminari is incredibly supportive, offering a comforting hand on your shoulder or a gentle hug, letting you know he's there whenever you need him.

He encourages you to take your time to heal, assuring you that there's no rush, and your well-being is the top priority. "Take your time. I'm here to listen and help, and we'll figure this out together."

Kaminari makes it clear that you're welcome to share as much or as little as you're comfortable with. "Your feelings are valid, and I'm here to support you through all of it," he says, acknowledging the emotional weight of your words.

He suggests spending time together doing activities that you enjoy, helping to create a sense of normalcy and safety.

Kaminari gently suggests seeking professional help, understanding that it's a sensitive topic but emphasizing the importance of your mental health. "I've heard that talking to a professional can really help. I'll be here for you every step of the way."

He offers to accompany you to appointments or assist in finding resources if you decide to pursue anything. "We can look into options together if you want. Your well-being is what matters most," he adds, reassuringly.

While Kaminari remains a supportive presence, he doesn't shy away from expressing his anger at the situation, making it clear that what happened was not okay. "What happened was not okay. Not fucking okay! You deserve to feel safe, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you do, sparks."

Kaminari consistently checks in on you, not as an obligation but because he genuinely cares. He wants to ensure you feel supported throughout your healing process.

Understanding that trust might be a delicate issue, Kaminari reassures you that he's committed to earning and maintaining your trust at your own pace.

Bonus!

When Kaminari is not with you, the weight of your pain becomes almost unbearable for him. Alone in his room, Kaminari often finds himself succumbing to waves of grief, alternating between tears and bursts of anger. The helplessness of not being able to protect you eats at him, and he struggles to contain his overwhelming emotions.

To Kaminari, you are more than a significant other; you're his source of brightness, his spark. The thought of someone dimming that light, causing you pain, strikes him to the core.

The emotional turmoil reaches a boiling point, leading to moments where Kaminari angrily punches his pillow or the wall. The frustration at being unable to turn back time and protect you fuels these outbursts.

Kaminari, unable to contain his emotions any longer, reaches a breaking point. The anger and frustration of not being able to protect you gnaw at him, pushing him to seek solace in someone he knows understands intensity — Katsuki Bakugo.

Kaminari, with a heavy heart, briefly shares the situation with Bakugo, the details too painful to express fully. "I can't take it anymore, man. I need to do something about it. I need your help. They hurt her, man. I wasn't there, and I can't let it slide. It's eating me alive."

Bakugo, though gruff, recognizes the gravity of the situation and doesn't dismiss Kaminari's emotions. "We need Kirishima and Sero. Get 'em here."

Bakugo's explosive anger surfaces, as the four sit together, thinking of a plan. "Anyone who thinks they can get away with hurting our friends is dead fucking wrong. We're gonna show 'em to not mess with us, for fuck's sake."

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tooruslove · 2 years

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𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

you always believed that the worst feeling someone could experience, was betrayal.

so when you entered the party just to see your boyfriends hands wrapped around another girls waist and both their lips interlocked with each other, sloppily kissing, time stopped for you.

you felt dizzy. a familiar yet sickening feeling began to make itself at home in your stomach and your breathing became more erratic. the feeling of dread and nausea overtook you.

and the moment his eyes inevitably met your teary ones, time stopped for him too.

you couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for you to forgive him; how long you would be able to resist running back to him. just like last time you caught him.

— OIKAWA. kaminari. kuroo. TERUSHIMA. eren.

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dolliedarlin · 1 year

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DADA! | ONE ⏤Denki K.

BAKUSQUAD ENDEARMENT SERIES PART 3 : DENKI KAMINARI

SUM. : it was supposed to be more than a one night stand and a great weekend spent together; there was a connection, the time spent together was special...so why did it all just stop?

PAIR. : Denki Kaminari x Single Mother Reader

LENGTH : 3.7k

G. : misunderstandings ; so much misunderstanding! ; unnecessary suffering on both sides ; single parent au ; single mother reader ; father kaminari ; but he doesn’t know that yet ; prohero au ; timeskip au ; angst for now ; slight fluff ; new beginnings? ; kirishima is a good friend ; kaminari is going through some stuff ; mutual longing

A/N : sorry it took so long to put this out, i really didn’t like the first several drafts of it and the plot arc needed a lot of tweaking. this is also just the start so it’s a bit short but there’s a lot to come, i promise! enjoy the read, dolls! all my love x

New beginnings need an equally new environment so that the pristine setting can sufficiently accommodate your grave yearning for a clean slate. It’s only been a few days but there’s a particular type of comfort that comes with living in a new place. Not only that, it saves you from ever remembering the once happy and now bitter memories held in your old home.

It’s silly, really.

To think that you would move houses just to keep from being reminded of the magical night and weekend you spent with a certain electrifying prohero. Nevertheless, here you are, fully moved into a recently available penthouse apartment and with a noticeable bump in your tummy as you were already in your second trimester.

You can be rightfully bitter towards the man responsible for your current lonely circumstance but knowing that you would soon have such a precious gift to centre your new life around was enough motivation for you to keep going.

You’re capable of letting a man go but not your baby.

Despite having a new backdrop in your everyday life, oftentimes, when you have an absent pause to think about random things occurring at that moment, you fall victim to those same sweetly haunting memories. Underlined by a warm gentleness that tries to comfort you in spite of the hollowed emptiness it carves into your chest, leaving you to ache for the missing piece that slipped through your fingers. On your lips is a small, heavy smile and brows are stitched up and furrowed tightly; it’s a perfect illustration of your consistent internal conflict.

That weekend was such a complicated and jumbled mix of emotions and experiences. It felt as if you had lived through an entire high school romance with this man in the span of only 2 days. He had made such good love to you and didn’t stop, even outside bedroom activities. After such a deeply passionate and heated few hours, he spent equally as much time, if not more, cherishing you and worshipping your entire being, not just your body. He made you laugh so hard that, at times, you cried. And the rest of your time spent together, he made you feel so loved, your heart ached with a longing that made you question why you hadn’t met him sooner.

Those two blissful days were spent away from all outside sources, your phones tucked away and silent, leaving the two of you to immerse yourselves in your own secluded world - a paradise only meant for you two. Sometimes, he cooked for you and sometimes you cooked for him. His dishes were a rather poor and sad attempt but seeing the determination in his gaze over the stovetop made the food taste better than any gourmet restaurant dish you have ever indulged in. He serenaded you over karaoke, cuddled you close through ghibli films and never stopped peppering you with kisses and affectionate nuzzles. He was childish and handsome and a dream to be with.

God! You were so in love! So deeply in love with him.

He wasn’t like any other guy that had tried to court you before and, even though you were now in such a miserable situation, you could never bring yourself to regret going to the charity gala or spending the following weekend with him.

If only he didn’t break your heart so cruelly.

Was it all an act?

You didn’t want to believe it but what other option was there for you? The only person who could possibly ease the turmoil in your head and chest was not there to do so.

You vividly remember the Monday morning you saw him last as you were rushing to work. It was the first time you were ever late to attend a meeting with an important and recurring client…

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“I’m sorry to be in such a rush like this, Denki,” you apologised, downing your coffee and regretting it the instant your tongue blistered up from its hot temperature.

“No worries, beautiful,” he stands from his seat at the island counter, “I’ll be heading to work soon enough as well,” he pulls you in by the waist and passionately locks you in a deep kiss, one that you never wanted to pull away from.

“Here’s my number, please call me soon,” you pant from the zealous kiss, hurriedly scribbling down your digits on a sticky note and rushing off, “feel free to leave whenever and don’t worry about locking the door on your way out, the housekeeper will do it; i already messaged them! Goodbye!”

‘I love you!’ it was on the tip of your tongue but you hesitated-

“Will do! I love you babe! Take care!”

Smiling bitterly at the memory, you clenched your hands into tight fists beside you and dug your nails into your palm, why did he say that when he never intended to keep his word?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Saved from your gradually drowning mind, you rush to the door, your hand instinctively placed on your belly as you open it to reveal a woman and a little girl with cute blonde hair ribboned up into adorable twin pigtails.

“Why hello there,” you coo softly at the adorable little girl rocking back and forth on her heels, “what brings you two here?” you smile at the two.

“Good morning, I hope we’re not disturbing you. I’m Yua and this is Katsumi, we saw you move in last week and Katsumi here wanted to gift you something,” both you and Yua turn to the little girl as she bounces up with her arms raised at you. In her small hands, she held a prettily wrapped gift with a lace ribbon to tie it together.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you two, I’m (Y/N). Thank you so much, Katsumi, for your very kind gesture,” offering up two open palms for her to place her gift into, which she promptly did with a widened smile.

“You’re welcome! I hope you find it yummy!” At her comment, you bring the gift to your nose and take in the sweet smell of baked goods.

“It smells divine; it must be very good!” you smile widely and giggle when Katsumi cheers happily.

“Take good care of your place, it was mine and daddy’s old home,”

“Oh?” you raise a brow, gently prompting her to elaborate.

“Daddy and I moved into Mommy’s place now so we can see each other every day, hehehe~” you look up at Yua, who smiles bashfully. In your head, you can piece together their story and feel a warmth bloom in your chest. What a cute little family.

“I’ll make sure to take good care of your old home, Katsumi, thank you for the present,” you bend down to gently pat her head, lifting your spare hand off your pregnant belly in order to do so.

“Oh! Congratulations!” Yua voices in excitement, finally noticing your pregnancy as you straighten up and feel your cheeks get warm.

“Th-thank you,”

“Oh? Did something special happen?”

You share a smile with Yua at Katsumi’s comment before explaining, “I’m expecting a baby and I have four more months to go,”

“Oh!” Katsumi’s pretty ruby eyes sparkle with interest and you have to suppress a giggle, “Is your baby gonna be a boy or a girl like me?”

“It would be wonderful to have a sweet little girl like you Katsumi-chan but I’m having a little boy instead,” feeling that the conversation will go for longer than you expected, you gesture for them to come in and sit in the living room. Happy to oblige, they take up room on your sofa as you go about plating the baked goodies you were gifted. Yua had promptly offered to help but you waved her off gently with a smile. Despite being 5 months along, you can still do this much.

“Like Ren!”

“Who’s Ren?” you ask curiously, centering the plated cookies and hand out complimentary glasses of milk. Naturally, Katsumi digs in as soon as she’s given the chance to as Yua reddies a napkin to wipe at her messy cheeks. A very cute mother and daughter pair.

“He’s my best friend! He’s super nice! You’ll like him too!” Katsumi says through a mouthful of cookies that she washes down with big gulps of her milk.

“Then I’m sure I will like him instantly, any friend of yours is a friend of mine,” you smile as Yua offers Katsumi her glass of milk as the little girl had already finished hers.

“That reminds me!” Yua claps her hands together and smiles in delight, “Akina, Ren’s mother, is also pregnant, I think you’re further along than she is but we should all get together for lunch or something,”

“Oh? That might be nice, I have nothing better to do so making a new pregnant friend might do me some good, especially since this is my first pregnancy,” you giggle as Yua joins you.

“That’s perfect! It’ll be Akina’s second pregnancy so I’m sure she can help you out if you need some advice. I’ll try to get everyone together soon! Can I have your number?”

“Of course!” you’re so happy for the companionship, even though your family supports you, they live far away and have their own lives to worry about. You weren’t openly judged by them but your family largely lives off the philosophy of independence, a concept you hate but are somewhat grateful for as it’s led to your success. It’s only when you finally realise how lonely you’ve become that you despise the teachings of your family. For your baby, you will live differently and with more love and affection; the first step towards that will be having a stable friendship group. Yua hands over her phone with a new contact page open, you’re quick to type in your contact details, there is a pause however as you realise you’re typing your work contact and pause to remember your personal number instead. Flushing at the embarrassing delay, you hand back Yua’s phone with haste.

“When will you be free?” Yua asks as she tucks her phone away, the two of you leaving Katsumi to devour the gift she made for you; you didn’t mind, just seeing her eat made you feel full.

“I’d be happy to meet up tomorrow, I’ve been feeling kind of lonely,” you bashfully admit as Yua gives you a warm smile.

“That sounds perfect! I know I’m available tomorrow and I’m pretty sure Akina is too but I’ll have to double check. Do you have a favourite dessert or common pregnancy craving? I can bake us something nice to share,”

You ponder for a moment and shrug, “Anything sweet will do it for me,” the comment makes Yua laugh and nod in understanding.

“I’m sure I can whip something up then,” Yua then turns to the contentedly smiling little girl beside her, who mercilessly consumed half the chunky cookies she had brought over, “Katsumi it’s time to go, cupcake,”

“Okay! Thank you for having us over and for sharing your cookies with us miss (Y/N)!” She grins brightly with crumbs all over her mouth and cheeks and you have to resist reaching forward to squish them between your fingers, mentally thanking Yua for interrupting your urges by wiping at her messy appearance once more.

“It’s no problem, sweetie, please come over again soon, I already love having you as company,” the praise makes her nose turn up slightly as she hums in self-gratification. Katsumi had, at first, been worried that you may be like all the horrible women chasing after her father but she was glad her mom encouraged her to be a good neighbour first; you’re a really nice lady and you’re already good friends with her mom so that’s extra good points in your favour.

“And if you need anything at all, we’re right next door so please give us a shout,” Yua offers, “Katsuki says pregnancy is as tough as being a prohero and always offers to help Akina and Eijiro whenever they need him, so we happily extend the same courtesy to you,”

“Thank you so much!‘ you beam happily, incredibly grateful for their selflessness. If only your own family was this openly supportive and kind.

With a warm goodbye and promise to meet again soon, you see your two new friends out and return to finally enjoy your first cookie. Humming is content, you sigh from bliss. Such a sweet taste.

“You’re really off your game, Denki, you need to sort out whatever it is that’s throwing you off. It’s becoming a danger to everyone on the field,” Kirishima comments as the two sit in opposite hospital beds with bandages covering their unnecessarily sustained injuries.

“I-I’m sorry man…” Kaminari sighs in exasperation, seated at the edge of his bed with his hands grabbing at his blonde hair as he leans forward. The shame swirling within him force his eyes and face away from his close friend and teammate’s eyes, “I just can’t get her out of my head…how could she do that to me?” the blonde begins to ramble as his red-headed friend looks on at him in sympathy, “Give me a non-existent number? Did she not want to keep in contact after all? I’ve dated many girls trying to settle down and I thought she was the one! She’s everything I could ever want in a girl! Beautiful, kind, smart, funny, put together! She actually laughs at my silly jokes, and she has the most beautiful laugh too…” Kaminari smiles and falls back with a dreamy sigh, “She has me on a leash and I want to love her with my everything but instead she plays such a cruel joke on me,” he almost sobs at his miserable reality, “I can take rejection, I’ve had to go through so many already but this…this was too much…she knows I love her, why would she do that to me?”

“Look man…” Kirishima rubs the back of his neck, deep in thought and concern for one of his closest friends, “I don’t know…how can you say you love someone after just one weekend with them?”

“I just do, okay?!” Kaminari snaps, sitting up to glare at his friend, “I love her and that’s not going to change! Don’t try to convince me otherwise, I know we did things backwards but I would do anything for her. She’s not like those other girls, I can see right through them, they’re pretty but (Y/N) is beautiful. They’re sweet but (Y/N) is kind and gentle and loving and funny and charming and mean, in the best way! She makes it so easy to love her. If I could, I would give her the world…” The frustration and sadness coursing through him brings about a static to surround Kaminari’s frame, charging the surrounding metals momentarily.

“Have you tried going to her place?”

“I did but I was too late! She was never there when I went to visit and the last time I went, the gardeners working on the estate told me she had moved out! I spent the best, most blissful two days of my life in that house and she just left it!” Kaminari feels the prickling of tears surface as he breaks down, the heartbreak suffocating him and making it unbearable to even exist. Unable to look at his friend’s broken down state much longer, Kirishima steps forward and pulls the blonde up into a standing hug.

“Why don’t you take a break from hero work, at least? Clearly you need time to think and get yourself together, it’s better you do that away from villains who could cause you and others harm,” Kirishima advises with gentle comforting pats on his best friend’s back.

“...m-maybe you’re right,” Kaminari sighs, the emotional exhaustion evident in his droopy eyes and slouching figure, “look man, I’m sorry for being such a bum…I know you and Akina are expecting and that’s great news I just-...I’m sorry for making this all about my shitty love life,”

“Think nothing of it, Akina’s more worried about cooking for and feeding you herself; she says you’ve lost too much weight these past couple of months and insists on cooking extra portions so that I can bring it over to you. Just get those muscles back and stop worrying about my pregnant wife, okay?…” a scary look begins to cross over Kirishima’s face as he looks down at his blonde friend and colleague, “Because we all know how bad stress is for the baby, right?” Despite Kirishima’s grinning face, Kaminari felt a shiver run down his spine and nods frantically.

“Yeah yeah! Of course, man! Sorry about that!”

When Kaminari had work, at least he was minorly distracted before his mind wandered off to you. Now that he's on leave for ‘mental wellbeing’, as he’s submitted it, he has nothing to distract him and so his mind is always wandering off to the time you two spent together. What bliss. If heaven was a time and place on earth, it would be those two euphoric days.

The first time he saw you, you made his heart stop beating and when you flashed him an innocent smile, the surroundings blurred around him, making you the sole focus of his stare. In that one moment, he already knew that he had to make you his and himself yours. So he approached you, nervous as could be but after the introductory ‘hello’s, conversation flowed smoothly, better than smoothly, in fact. It was as if the two of you had spent all your lives together as close friends and were catching up on things after some time spent apart. You shared laughs and got closer and closer until eventually, the two of you were leaving the venue together and spending the night and weekend at your place.

The night of the gala didn’t end with just amorous, fiery sex, there was also a lot of affectionate aftercare, timid kisses and pillow talk that ranged from deeply meaningful chatter to musings of the most irrelevant things.

That was the most memorable weekend of Kaminari’s life.

He never cooks for anyone, primarily because he knows that he’s horrible at it but he did his best to cook you breakfast the following morning and you didn’t berate his cooking skills at all, you just sat down and ate it with a smile on your face. Kaminari never thought you could become even more beautiful but he was wrong. Was it your quirk? A quirk that charms others and makes them submit to you? If so he’d happily be the one to fall for your charm.

Your time together felt like you were just two normal people in love. He wasn’t a prohero with expectations and responsibilities and you weren’t… He sighs, realising, once again, that he never asked you what you did. Not that it mattered to him, the connection you two shared, the spark that became a flame and continues to burn within him even now, was what truly mattered. It was so easy to get lost in one another and forget about the rest of the world when it was just the two of you that weekend. His one regret was that, it’s now so difficult to find you himself other than the few things he does know.

Everything hurts now but Kaminari doesn’t regret spending that weekend with you. He will never regret loving and being loved by you no matter how much it hurts him to think about it.

Back from his mental health break, Kaminari is on patrol once again. His time spent away helped him centre himself and better handle his thoughts atop doing his hero work but he still can’t stop thinking about you. It’s never going to be easy forgetting someone who he felt destined to meet.

Today he was patrolling a relatively calm district just to ease into the work day. The morning was quiet and peaceful, some fans politely held conversation with him and took some photos every once in a while but it mainly remained serene until a swarming crowd apprehends his attention as he nears the exit point of the park he had been walking through. The mob’s violent movement as an angry horde of bodies made a scowl form on his face, their demanding shouts for answers weren’t hard to miss nor were their flash photography. Paparazzi, the lowest of all scum.

#kaminari x reader #denki x reader #bnha single parent au #bnha timeskip au #kaminari prohero #single mother reader #endearment series #bakusquad endearment #hurt/comfort #bnha x reader #bnha x single mother reader #bnha kaminari #kaminari angst

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kemistre · 10 months

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εïз┊𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — feat. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, eijirou kirishima, kaminari denki, hitoshi shinso

synopsis. in which a variety of character are introduced as a drunken man sits at the bussling bar talking to the bartender behind the counter.

— content warnings. arugments, manipulation within a relationship, loneliness, cursing, crying, depression, female pronouns used (she/her), bars, drinking/alcohol — word count. 1991

εïз┊author's note. yay i finally wrote something!!! this is just the start and introduction to the bnha series i'm gonna start writing which you can find more info here !! i'm so excited and writing this just gave me motivation to start writing again after almost a year! thank you to whoever wants to read this, you are loved <3

“who am i?” he mumbled, lips pursed as he glared into his drink, swirling it around as the bartender stood in front of him cleaning the glass he had in his hand. the bar was loud, it was always loud with drunk people yelling and the dancing and the partying, the bright colorful lights strung along the perimeter of it never helped his head throbbing whenever he stepped foot into that bar. but in this moment, it was quiet, like everything disappeared except for the bartender behind the counter.

“who would you be?” those words echoed in his mind, ringing as he couldn’t help himself from answering the question. his mind was fuzzy, his eyes clouded from the one too many drinks he’d had on his nightly visit to this specific bar.

“i guess,” his words were slurred. “i’d be a hero.”

[ shoto todoroki jumped up, unleashing a hellish flame onto the monster of a villain. he heard his teammate call his name, his eyes making contact with hers giving him the signal to create a small platform with his right hand for her to land on. she touched the villain as she landed on the icy platform from above, making him levitate into the air. shoto let in a breathe, sighing it out as it was visible to the surrounding citizens and heroes. “nice job shoto.” she grinned, giving him the normal fist bump as a net from the another hero captured the villain.

“thanks…uraraka.” he looked down at her, giving her time to glance up at him.

“i told you shoto,” she rolled her eyes, making shoto tilted his head in confusion, his brows furrowed. “just call me ochaco, okay?” as she finished, another hero called her over, making her lightly jog over to the group. she glanced back at shoto, studying his eyes and reading his body language like she always did, her friendly smile never leaving her lips.

he blinked. “oh..okay.” ]

“maybe even the number one hero.” he smirked. “that would be cool, don’tcha think?”

[ “don’t do this.” izuku midoriya mumbled, running his hands through his hair in his dark apartment. he watched from the kitchen counter as she rushed around the apartment, finding anything and everything she could fit into her suitcase. “you can’t just leave.” his voice was stern, the frustration from the argument piling up and up. she ignored him, tears falling down her cheeks. “i said you can’t just leave!” his voice grew, his feet stomping over to her as he ripped the shirt she had out of her hand.

“get away from me!” she yelled, her voice cracking, the fear in her eyes was now very apparent as she glared at him. She pushed passed him, grabbing more and more until nothing else could fit in her suitcase.

“please, we’ve lasted this long.” he smiled, a desperate, manipulative smile. she zipped the suitcase, slamming it on the ground and pulling up the handle as she walked towards the door of the apartment.“hey c’mon,” he grabbed her wrist, squeezing tightly enough to leave bruising. “three years is a long time, you don’t want these past three years to go to waste, right?”

“i don’t care how long we’ve lasted izuku. i’m done, i can’t take this anymore.” he thought through her sobs, he wouldn’t be able to hear a single word. but he heard it very clearly.

“i think you’re misunderstanding,” his voice was deep, dark. his smile left his lips, turning into this angry frown. “you’re not leaving.” she turned her head, his eyes wide and filled with horror as her body began to shake, fear taking over her entire body.

all of the light left from his eyes, half lidded and dark. his grip had loosen upon seeing her eyes looking back at him, it was a look that reminded him of himself back in the day. she didn’t hesitate to take an opportunity and rip her wrist from his grasp, causing her to slightly trip over her own feet as she rushed out of the door, slamming it in izuku’s face.

his eyes were wide with shock. she left. for the first time in three years, she left. his breathing picked up, his chest rising and descending as he ran his hands through his hair and pacing around the apartment. he stopped, anger filled his features as his brow scrunched, his lip curling back. “dammit!” he cursed as his fist punctured a hole into the expensive apartment wall. “you’re not leaving me,” he shook his head in disbelief. “i’m not letting you leave me.” ]

“A badass.” he raised his eyebrows, a cocky grin etching on his lips. “i mean i know i already am one but-”

“no you aren’t, don’t lie to yourself.” the bartender chuckled. “you’re sitting here on your ass drunk as my old aunt nessie, you, are not a badass.”

he stared at the bartender, someone he’d gotten to know quite well throughout his time at the bar. “you have an aunt?”

“you’re drunk.”

“okok.” his words slurred. “i want to be a badass.”

[ katsuki bakugou sat atop the commissions building, the city lights within his sight as he took a drink, tilting his head up. he rested the drink next to him, still staring up at the nighttime sky, filled to the brim with shining stars. his legs hung over the edge of the building, his arm extended back as he rested his body weight on it, his palm against the rough concrete of the building.

he was alone, all alone. and he had been alone for who knows how long. maybe ever since he became a pro hero. or maybe it was after he got out of the hospital. he didn’t know, but what he did know is that it had been a long time since any of his UA friends had reached out to him.

it wasn’t like he was going to reach out to them himself, why would he do that? why would he want to do something like that? he was better off alone. at least that’s what he’s convinced himself. but even if those were his thoughts, sometimes, on late nights like these where he couldn’t help but think about the past, he wondered where they were at. what were they doing? were they happy? happy without him?

katsuki shook his head, slowly getting up from where he sat. mumbling something no one else in the world would hear. “dumbasses.” he paused, wiping the tear from just below his crimson eye. “i miss you guys.” sometimes, he liked it on the top of a building at hours in which no one would dare open their eyes, because it gave him a chance to show his vulnerability. ]

he shrugged his shoulders, pursing his lips once again as he spoke. “how about…” he hummed. “someone with aspirations?”

“you don’t already have those?”

“nope.”

[ “i’m hitoshi shinso, and i’m going to be your sensei for the next year.” he stood at the podium at the front of the class, his eyes glancing around the room as every student noticed the giant bags under his eyes, presumably from the lack of sleep.

one of the students in the back, one with magenta colored hair chuckled and spoke. “so, we’re getting taught by some mummy of a guy. that’s funny, where’s our real teacher old man?” he raised a brow, smirking as the rest of the class stared back at him, then at shinso.

“kano! are you serious?” the girl next to him exclaimed. “you can’t just say that!”

hitoshi spoke, his voice monotone as his eyes stared almost through the student. “kano, huh?” kano face contorted with confusion. “well, i’ll make sure to make this class extra hard on you.”

just as he was about to go on, the door slid opening. “shinso, you can’t just promise one kid it’ll be tough, y’know?” she smiled, the type of mischievous smile you never wanted to see from an authority figure.

hitoshi rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed at the appearance of the women standing at the door. each student realized this as he spoke one more, a more irritated sound in his voice this time. “this is my student teacher, she’ll be learning how to teach and helping some of the time.” he side eyed her as her smiled remained. “not all of the time, you are not taking over this class.” her lips formed into a pout, shrugging her shoulders as she began writing her name and hitoshi’s on the white board, turning back with a large, cheesy grin.

“oh boy.” hitoshi sighed, stepping to the side as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, letting her do what she wanted just because he was a little more tired than usual today. he wanted these kids to learn something, and deep down, he knew she could teach them things he could never. ]

“or…” he paused, setting down his glass and running his fingertips along the rim of the glass. “just a good person.”

“but you are a good person.”

he looked down, his brows furrowing as he stared at the contents left in his glass. “not good enough.”

[ eijirou kirishima squished her cheeks as he walked past her, his bright smile was contagious. “eiji, where you going?” she asked, eyes filled with an innocence she hadn’t lost since their days at UA. she spun, following his movements as he grabbed the things he needed to go and be red riot.

his smile never left his lips as he looked back at her. “i got called in to work today, you know how it is.” he walked back to her, his fingertips gliding over her cheek as he gently kissed her forehead. “i’ll be home later tonight, okay?”

“you promise?”

he held out his pinky, motioning her to link their fingers together. “i pinky promise baby.” she grinned, wrapping her arms swiftly around his neck making him do the same to his waist, picking her up off the ground and spinning around in a few circles before setting her back on the ground. giggles and laughs echoed throughout the walls of their shared house. “don’t forget to call me if you need anything, i’ll always hear it.” she smiled as he planted a quick kiss on her lips before saying goodbye and hesitantly leaving her presence. ]

“and now i’m sure you wanna know why ‘m here.” denki kaminari slurred his words as he chugged the rest of his glass, slamming it back down onto the bar, signaling the bartender to refill his drink.

“denki, you say that everytime you come in..” he paused, raising a brow. “which is almost every night.” the bartender chuckled to himself again as he leaned down, putting away the glass he’d been drying.

“well, y’see, these past three years have been the worst of my life.” denki laughed, wiping a tear from his eye before it could hit his cheek. “and, and to make it even better, i can’t stop thinking about that pro hero red riot stealing my girl from me way back when.”

“denki..” the bartender frowned, seeing the excruciating pain in his customer’s eyes.

“I had her first.” he looked up from his seat at his newfound friend, his voice cracked. “she picked him. why did she pick him?” the bartender shrugged. “why can’t anything ever go the way i want it to man. i don’t know what else the universe wants from me.” his brows furrowed, his glossy eyes connecting with the bartender.

“well, man, it sounds like you’re leftovers.”

“leftovers?”

“yeah leftovers. happened to me in high school too. that’s why i’m a bartender now, couldn’t get the motivation to do anything else from being the leftovers of a person.”

denki looked at his glass, his eyes teary and half-lidded, dazed. “leftovers…yeah, i’m leftovers. i always have been. that’s who i am. leftovers.”

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chaoticorganizedmess · 2 years

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Never Mine💔

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You discover why your boyfriend has been acting differently as of late, much to your dismay.

Chargebolt/Kaminari Denki x F. Reader (Ft. Jirou Kyouka)

Warnings: Angst; Cheating; Barebacking; Creampie [18+]

"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies."

It had been nagging you for a while now. That feeling in your gut that settled into the pit of your stomach. Your longtime boyfriend, Kaminari Denki, had been acting different. It had been occurring for a few months now. You've told yourself many an excuse to give logical reason for it. There was one that you wouldn't touch. Wouldn't even go near. There's no way your Kami would be doing that.

You wish you were wrong.

It had started after he returned home to you after a team up mission. He had been gone for nearly two weeks. You weren't picked to be one of the Heroes to participate, much to your dismay, but Kaminari was. As a matter of fact he was the only member of the Bakusquad to be chosen. It would be alright. You figured you could spend your time holding things down for him at the agency. Not to mention the rest of your friend group to keep you company.

You were excited for Kaminari. Honestly. Even though you'd miss him you knew it would be a great chance for him to be showcased without Dynamight or Red Riot around to show him up. You helped him pack his luggage a few days beforehand. Helped him prepare an itinerary for the times he didn't already have scheduled by mission superiors. Even looked up places to eat or see if he happened to catch any downtime at all.

It was when he timidly brought up a particular aspect of the upcoming mission he failed to mention yet that the unpleasant feeling had it's seed planted into your subconscious without you knowing. More specifically, it was a member of the team he'd be working with that he was just informing you of. Just a day prior to his departure. That he'd be working closely with her.

His ex. Jirou Kyouka.

Kaminari slowly stepped up to the couch where you sat tapping through apps on your phone. When you caught sight of him approaching in your periphery you turned your gaze up to him and smiled. "Hey Babe." Your cheery greeting faltered slightly when he saw him nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "H-hey Beautiful. I, uh, wanted to let ya know something about this mission." You turned your body to better face him. "Okay", you replied apprehensively. Denki wasn't usually one to shy away from you after all this time. He must be nervous about whatever it is. "Go ahead." Kaminari let out an awkward chuckle as he began to explain how he was going to be joined up with Jirou soon.

Very soon.

"I see." Those words were all you could give in response at first. Had it been earlier in your relationship you may have felt more leary of his upcoming trip. Back then you had assumed that you had both grown and matured since attending UA and had the added benefit of having spent years together under your belts. Kaminari and Jirou had been together during second year and into third. When they broke up it was amicable despite how hard it had been. Denki and you had begun dating before graduation and the rest seemed to be history.

Any reservations you had about the pair had dissipated over the years. He assured you he no longer held feelings for her. They were just friends. You had nothing to worry about. You admit you had a hard time believing it wholeheartedly at first, given they were each other's first loves. You swallowed your doubts and trudged forward. You loved him. He was your first after all.

There were times throughout when you found that your paranoia began to surface. It was an unwelcome feeling. That feeling. You felt it when you heard Mina sarcastically quip that they were "too close". Felt it when you swore they both seemed to be unaccounted for short instances during night's out on the town with the gang (maybe they both had to use the bathroom at the same time?). Of course you felt it when you swore you saw them lock eyes from across the room with looks on their faces you swore you saw but couldn't place.

You said nothing about it. Never brought it up to Denki. He loved you. There's no way he'd betray you. Not after going through so much together. Besides that notion the last thing you wanted to do was seem like a crazy girlfriend. It felt like high school drama to you, and you didn't want Kami or your friends to start thinking of you as petty. You assured yourself that you must be feeling somewhat jealous. Yeah, that had to be it. It was all in your head. Any looks you thought you saw were just two dear friends that had history and thought fondly of one another.

Needless to say during the night before he was to leave in the morning you got little to no sleep. It was that damn feeling again. If you were being honest, you were a little disappointed Denki had waited to tell you. After letting you know she was joining him you had asked him how long he knew. You still aren't totally sure why the question popped out. In your mind you figured he was nervous to tell you because he just found out himself. However you were a little surprised to find out that he had known since being informed about everything in the first place.

Denki snored alongside you, sprawled out comfortably on his back. Oblivious to your mind racing with so many thoughts. So many things you wondered about. You shifted to lay on your side and face him. Your eyes looked over his peaceful features as he slept soundly. He was still so laid-back as always. He certainly wasn't losing sleep. Kami never acted like a man with something he was hiding. Like he ever had a dirty, little secret to be kept under lock and key. Never looked as if he ever had to keep up appearances for such things as having skeletons in his closet. You decided that was enough for you to go on and figured you'd attempt to get some sleep. Closing your eyes, you would be given no such relief that night.

It was on the forth day of Kaminari being gone when you felt as if things started to seem different to you. Maybe not totally different just...off. Having been on task forces and various missions yourself you knew that they were unpredictable. Anything could happen at anytime. However Denki was somewhat of a creature of habit for you. There was always a call at the end of the night before he went to bed. At the very least a text, or meme, so you knew he was alright and didn't worry. Unfortunately, they started coming in few and far between; despite your texts to please let you know he was doing alright.

There are times throughout your life when you look back on this whole situation you wonder about the butterfly effect. What if you hadn't forgotten your lunch? What if you had just bought something quick and went back to work? Would you be living the same life blissfully ignorant, or would heartbreak still eventually rear it's ugly head at you.

When that time of day came and you realized your lunch was sitting in your fridge back at your apartment you made a choice. You would stop by Kaminari's agency and see if he wanted to grab a bite. You drove over a little before your lunch hour, ensuring you'd both have plenty of time to go out and eat before getting back to the grind. You parked in the adjacent garage and took the elevator to the floor he was on.

As you made your way to Chargelbolt's office you noticed the lights were out. When you tried the door sure enough it was locked. That was strange. He wasn't supposed to be out on patrol until after lunch. Maybe he had the same idea as you? A familiar laugh sounded from a nearby break room and you went over and peeked your head inside. When you found Kirishima's bulky figure chatting and laughing with some Sidekicks you stepped inside with a smile on your face.

"I knew I heard Red Riot in here!" At the sound of your voice your old friend spun on his heel, flashing you that wide, sharp smile of his. He cheered your name and you both met in a tight hug. It was harder for everyone to get together as of late with so much Hero work on your plates. "What're you doin' here?", he inquired happily as you both pulled away. "I came to see if Denki wanted to grab lunch."

Hearing that statement made Kirishima's smile drop. "I thought he was...with you." As he trailed off his face twisted into one of confusion before turning into something you couldn't put your finger on. "Nah, I was gonna see if he wanted to grab a bite since I forgot my lunch but I guess he had the same idea." You shrugged and his eyebrows furrowed deeper. Seeing him blink at you with that unreadable expression was beginning to make you uncomfortable. The gears were turning in his head and you weren't sure why he got so serious so suddenly.

"Well, I'll just head out now. I took up enough time stopping here. I'll see ya around, Kirishima." You smiled as you leaned in to hug him and he returned it the best he could but you could still tell his mind was elsewhere. You couldn't see it drop slightly as he hugged you a bit tighter this time. "I'll see ya, [Name]." When he softly said you name it was filled with such emotion you didn't know what to think of that either.

You began walking out of the room and turned to give him a wave goodbye but you missed him pulling out his cell after and hitting someone's contact. Missed him hold the phone up to his ear long enough to get sent right to voicemail. Missed how his face then twisted into a look you definitely would've been able to recognize: anger.

On the drive to your apartment your mind was flooded with thoughts of where your boyfriend was and why one of your best friends suddenly clammed up when you mentioned him. Later you'd realize why it felt like you both had pieces of a puzzle that you needed to complete the whole scene, but didn't know to tell the other what you had at the time. You were so deep in thought when you pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building you didn't notice a familiar car parked down a ways. You noticed that your boyfriend's car wasn't there though.

Still pondering the things rattling around in your head you threw your keys aside when you entered your shared apartment. You had thrown your head back to glance at the ceiling as you let out a sigh while you kicked off your shoes. Otherwise you'd notice two pairs of shoes you'd recognize nearby. You made your way to the kitchen and bent down into the fridge. That's when you heard sounds that had you jolting upright and freezing in your spot.

There are some noises that have your blood running cold before disaster strikes. The creaking of wood before a collapse. The particular snarl of a dog before it lunges to bite and it's too quick for you to do anything about. For you, it's the familiar sounds of what you know is your bed creaking and muffled voices. You weren't sure what you wanted to do. Your mind was telling you that there was an explanation for it all. That gut of yours though, your gut knew better. That feeling was back.

You had to see for yourself.

You quietly and carefully stepped down the hall towards your shared bedroom. The door was cracked open a bit, making the noises clearer for you.

"Fuck, my pretty g-girl...I'm not gonna last much longer."

Your boyfriend followed up his statement with a pleasured groan. At the sound of his voice you slapped your hand over your mouth. You froze immediately and the tears began to fall. You could hear the whimpering of his companion and knew exactly by the tone who it was with him.

Jirou.

Your heart felt like it had been set on fire before dropping to the floor. How long had this been going on behind your back? Since that mission? Before the mission? You felt like an idiot for not believing what your gut was telling you all along. You wondered about all the times he called you "Sparkplug" or something similar. Were you always a stand in for Kyouka? Even since back in UA?

How could you, Kaminari?

Your mind apparently found enough strength to fight still. What if this is an elaborate prank Denki is pulling? You could only hope. Finding the courage, you unstuck yourself from your position and continued to inch towards the door. When you were able to peer inside you didn't have a view of your bed, but you did have one of your vanity mirror. Whatever was left of your heart dissipated at the sight it held for you.

Kaminari's lean back was facing the mirror as he thrusted into Jirou over and over. Her ankles rested on his muscular shoulders. From standing in the doorway you were able to see that this was truly no prank. His cock was indeed drilling into her cunt over and over again. By the sounds they made as a result of their fucking you could tell they were near completion.

"G-gonna cum, Baby. Want Daddy to breed you?"

Jirou didn't miss a beat. "Yes Daddy! Please breed me! Ahh!" Your hand was still clamped over your mouth but your eyes squeezed shut. Not only was he cheating but he wasn't using protection. Did he do this with any other women? Should you get yourself tested just to be sure and put your mind at ease?

You couldn't listen anymore. You turned and slowly made your way back down the hallway towards the living room and lowered yourself down onto the couch. Unfortunately for you, before you could get out of earshot your heard the slapping of skin increase and grunts that you were positive signaled the end of their rendezvous. Nothing like adding insult to injury. You lowered your head into your hands and cried.

You aren't sure how long you sat there. Now you were on the couch with your elbows rested on your knees and your cheeks resting on your fists. Tears trickled down your face as you silently cried. Cried for the disrespect you were given. Cried for the end of your relationship with Kaminari. Even cried for the end of your friendship with Jirou. It was all over and done for. You wondered if anyone else knew and declined to tell you, keeping their dark secret alongside them. You thought back to Kirishima's reaction earlier. Was he putting it together before you had the evidence play out in front of you?

The sound of approaching voices broke you from your thoughts. You didn't turn your head but continued to stare at the blank television screen. From your periphery you saw the two come into view from the hallway. He seemed to have an arm around her waist and they were laughing. You could tell that they immediately froze at the sight of you. Your anguish turned into rage as you sat there but you remained silent and unmoving. That seemed to rattle them more as you notice their heads turn to look at each other.

Jirou was the first to move as she carefully made her way over to the door and put on her shoes. She paused, facing you, before going to the door. You could tell she reached out for you but turned to look at Denki who shook his head 'no'. Heeding his warning she retreated to the door and quietly left. Kaminari, who didn't even have his shirt on yet, swiftly put it on as he stepped closer to the couch. Closer to you.

"Hey. Look, Babe...I-.." You didn't give him a chance to say whatever the hell it was before you interrupted him. "How long?" Denki stuttered a few times as he tried to gather his words and that was all the answer you need.

Long enough.

"You were never mine. Were you?" The sound of your broken voice was enough to crush Denki's own heart. He should have known being so selfish would never turn out good. It never worked out for anyone who wanted to have their cake and eat it too. No one.

"We're done." You wanted to scream at him but at the same time you just wanted him gone. "Get out." You weren't bothering to view anything from your peripheral vision anymore. You didn't care. You wouldn't have cared if you saw that his expression twisted into that of hurt and regret. You wouldn't have cared if you spotted the lone tear that crawled down his normally brightened face. You wouldn't care when he made his way to the door and put on his shoes. You wouldn't care when he spared you one last glance and without another word walked out of the apartment you shared for the last time. Walked out on the life you shared together. Walked away from you, forever.

You lowered your head, planting your face back into your hands and bawled your eyes out. After a while you curled into the fetal position right there on the couch. Still crying, you would do so until you fell asleep in that very spot.

Before you passed out you had texted your superior at the agency that you would be out sick the rest of the day and most likely the following day as well. You spent that time crying on and off. During the times you felt more anger than sadness you would take advantage and box up as much of Denki's stuff as you could.

Not just his belongings, but anything that was for the both of you, or gifts and things he bought for you throughout the years. You probably should have just chucked them in the trash but you figured 'let him give them to Jirou'.

Two nights later happened to be the gang's monthly karaoke night. Kaminari and Jirou sat in her apartment, Denki's new home, and discussed whether they should go. They knew they couldn't hide forever and everyone would find out about them sooner or later. They opted for sooner. Rather rip the bandaid off then wait. What if you were going to be there? Denki was sure he knew you enough that he was confident you wouldn't be going. If you did show up, the pair decided they would do the first respectful thing since their sordid affair started. They'd leave and give you the time and space to hang out with everybody.

Denki was right though. You weren't going. You had actually forgotten about it at first. It was when you got the text from Mina asking if you were still going that it popped into your brain. You simply responded with 'No. Sry.' You had already changed your plans to spend the night wallowing in your sorrow and your pajama pants as you ate whatever Mochi ice cream balls were left in your freezer.

Kaminari and Jirou would walk in the door to the karaoke bar a half hour late. Denki had taken Kyouka's hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze as they made their way inside. The place wasn't so crowded yet and it didn't take long for them to spot their friends. Shinsou sat at the bar and turned his head to catch a glimpse of the two making their way over to the rest of the group who occupied a booth across the room. A half smile curled onto his face when he saw Kaminari, but when his eyes quickly shifted to see you he saw Jirou standing hand in hand with him instead. His eyes widened in shock before his expression turned into something dark.

The couple made their way to the group and waved as they closed in on them. A round of greetings were heard before anyone really realized the implications of the pair standing before them. After what happened with you the other day Kirishima was first to acknowledge the revelation. His face was blank as he braced himself when they had walked over. He looked between them at their joined hands and let out a heavy sigh. He knew what happened before even having to be informed. "Bro...not cool." The disappointment in his voice was clear as day. He lowered his gaze and shook his head. "Not manly, at all." Kirishima wouldn't meet their gaze or speak to either of them for the rest of the night.

Most of the group, like Sero and Mina, sat there confused. They were here together, holding hands. Did that mean you and him broke up? It must have, right? Good ol' Bakugo, who you happen to know is smarter than the average explosive bear, took in the sight before him as well as Kirishima's reaction and wasn't long behind his best friend in realizing what the Stun Gun Hero had done to you. "The fuck is wrong with you, Dunce Face?!", he roared. Kaminari rubbed his neck nervously and Jirou looked away. It would take actually being told for the others to realize the change that was happening around them. Bakugo and Kirishima stood up to leave the booth, having been seated at each end, and made their way to sit at the bar. They didn't want to be anywhere near the two right now, or "anytime soon" as Bakugo would bluntly say.

When Kaminari turned to watch his closest friends leave he was met with someone's fist hitting him in the face. Hard. He landed on his ass and Jirou would spend a good amount of time afterward tending to his blackening eye.

You were flicking through the television channels most of the time you were sat in front of the TV. It was hard to concentrate on watching anything, not to mention it always seems like sappy, lovey-dovey programs come on at the worst time.

A loud knocking at your door forced you to sit up straight at the sound. Who would be knocking this late? Denki had called and texted you throughout the whole next day after he destroyed your relationship but you never answerered either. You had wondered if Jirou knew about it.

Now you sat looking like a slob. Eyes puffy from crying all day. You had barely slept since everything went down, sleeping on the couch until you purchased a new bed, and it showed. You knew you didn't look anywhere near presentable to go open the door, let alone entertain a guest, even briefly in your doorway.

More knocking snapped you out of that train of thought and when you heard your name softly called from the other side you decided on answering it. You now knew exactly who it was and figured if you could be with anyone right now it would be them. You padded over to the door, undoing the locks and opening it to reveal a slightly frazzled Shinsou. He seemed to be slightly out of breath, as if he just rushed to your door.

"Toshi? What're y'doin' here?" Your voice was hoarse from so much sobbing. Not to mention you hadn't spoken to anyone in two days. "I came here as fast as I could." Shinsou's violet orbs eyed you carefully, taking in your sullen appearance before carting his hand through his hair. You spotted his bloody knuckles and gently took his hand in your own. Before you could ask what happened he filled you in. "I punched him.", he calmly stated.

Your eyes went from his hand right up to his face as you met his gaze. You opened and closed your mouth a few times to speak but couldn't find the words. Your mind was already exhausted. By the surprised look on your face Shinsou decided to elaborate a little more. "He still came to fucking karaoke...and he fucking brought her." It was almost too hard to take the fire Shinsou held in his eyes and you looked away. You attempted to blink away the tears that were building but you knew by experience from the last 48 hours that it would be impossible.

You felt the soft touch of a finger catch the falling tear before he stepped closer and enveloped you in a hug. He smelled like his usual cologne mixed with the faint smell of bourbon. You closed your eyes and slowly inhaled, letting the scent soothe you. He ran a hand down the back of your head as he smoothed down your hair. Your eyes closed when you felt him kiss the crown of your head. After standing there for a few minutes Shinsou broke the silence with his words.

"Want me to brainwash him to go play in traffic?"

The question was quiet and laced with sarcasm and so very... him. You laughed. A small but genuine laugh for the first time in days. "Not just yet.", you replied with a smile. Shinsou hummed in response and you turned your head up to look at him, still allowing him to cradle you in his arms. "Toshi, will you sit with me?" A small smile appeared on his lips as he looked down at you. "Of course, Kitten.", is all he replies and follows as you lead him back inside you apartment.

You both take a seat on your couch side by side. As you curled into him you hand him the remote and instruct him to put on whatever he'd like. You let out a content sigh as you slowly closed your eyes. "Thank you, 'Toshi.", you quietly commented, "You don't have to stay very long if you don't want to." Shinsou looked down at your tired form as he rubbed soothing circles on your back and along your upper arm. You were quickly falling asleep and he felt pride swell in his chest that he was the one to make you feel relaxed enough and safe again.

He would never disrespect you and try something so soon, or even let you know about his secret, but Shinsou Hitoshi had been in love with you since first year at UA. Ever since he got to be so close to you during the Class A vs. Class B trials. It was love at first sight, you were absolutely beautiful. However, he fell for you completely once you stood by him and your teacher Aizawa and spoke to him so friendly and genuine. Even after knowing what his so-called "villainous" quirk was. Even after he blatantly said he wasn't there to make friends. You proved him wrong that day.

He walked away becoming friends with you. He hated seeing you end up with Kaminari back then, but you were so happy and that made it bearable. Now he wonders if he had just been honest with you from the start: would you have ended up with him instead? Would he have unknowingly become your hero and saved you from your current anguish?

He didn't allow those thoughts to consume him at the moment. You and your well-being were the only important things right now. As you drifted off into a much needed slumber you could just make out your name and his words whispered into your hair. "I could stay here with you forever."

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loner4-life · 1 year

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Dry my tears, won't you?

(Totally abandoned my tumblr sorry bout that.)

A little angst this time. Sometimes it's nice to have someone comfort you during the dark times

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(Ft. Bakugou, Kirishima)

Bakugou:

He's not the best when it comes to emotions, obviously. But he tries.

It wasn't just one thing but everything. Everything seemed to be going wrong. It felt like everything was crumbling around you.

But this was the cherry on top. Aizawa handed you your exam paper. "I expect better from you next time y/n" he said.

Your body went cold. You flipped the paper over in distraught. "But I… I studied all week…" you whispered, a quiver in your voice.

You couldn't fall apart here, "what would everyone else think?"

You thought to yourself. You waited for the day to end, until you were in the comfort of your dorm.

You shut and locked the door as you threw your school bag to a corner. You were silent for a moment before the dam inside you broke and you fell to your knees as the tears started to fall.

Silent sobs rocked through your body. Suddenly a knock at the door. You coughed as you wiped your face quickly.

"Yeah?" You said with strain. "Oi it's me, let me in" he asked l, however it more or so sounded like a demand.

"Just a second" you shouted as you collected yourself. You dimmed the lights to hide your face as you opened the door.

"What is it?" You asked, poking your head out. " I said let me in, not just poke your head out" he said as he made his way past you, a glass of water in his hands.

"I'm kinda busy," you said quietly. "Doing what?, it's so dark" he grumbled as he turned on the light. He set his glass down and turned to you. His normal expression turned to confusion.

"Why's your face all red and puffy?" He said, slight concern in his voice. " No reason, just allergies," you said, trying to hide the heartache in your voice… ultimately failing.

You couldn't stop the tears once again as they streaked down your cheeks. You wiped your cheeks pathetically as the sobs started again.

He walked up to you, putting one hand on the back of your head pulling you into his chest as you cried. Quit words of comfort coming from him.

Soon the tears subsided as you pulled yourself from him. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Everything just seems to be going wrong. I-I can't do anything right. I failed the test you helped me study for- why can't anything go right??" You looked at him in anguish.

He was silent for a moment in thought. He grabbed his glass and handed it to you. "Drink"

You nodded in response and drank what was left. You handed it back to him once it was empty. Only for him to give it back. "Wha-" you were confused. "Throw it, you'll feel better"

You didn't know what to do. You had always thought it was wrong to break something out of anger. With a shout you hurled it at the wall. You flinched hearing it shatter all over the floor.

"Now take a deep breath" he instructed. You took a few deep breaths. "feel better" he asked, already knowing you did. You nodded as you leaned into him.

He rested his hand on your back. "You can't control everything, and everything won't always go right. But you'll get past it. It's gonna be fine." He said.

"Thank you," you whispered.

Kirishima

He understands what it's like

You sat in your room, it was dark, quiet, lifeless. What could you do about it? Nothing, or at least thats how it felt.

That's how everyday started feeling now a days. "Does it all really matter?" You asked yourself constantly.

You looked to your disheveled bed, contemplating if you should just crawl back into it and sleep. You decided that was best as you stood from your desk.

Before you could reach the bed you heard your phone ding. You looked for it under your dirty clothes from that day.

"you should probably clean that" you thought. You'll do it later.

You opened your phone seeing a text from Eijirou, "hey, we need to talk" it read. Your stomach dropped.

Was this it? Was he going to break up with you?. You shakily texted back, "Ok, come to my room? I don't feel well"

You sat on your bed, biting your nails waiting for a response. You sat for what felt like hours until you heard a knock.

You got up and opened the door, "hey" you said with a weak smile. " Hey... what's going on? You don't seem well, I'm worried" he asked a frown on his face.

Unusual for him, considering he was the one who kept a smile on his face 24/7. " I.... honestly"

You struggled to find the words, "Im just drained, emotionally and physically. It feels like everyday is the same l" you said.

You felt your cheeks heat up, "Oh honey" he whispered pulling you in a hug. " What's even the point? Kiri, i-i can't do this."You wept.

"Shh don't say that" he cooed as he stroked your hair comfortingly. " I know how you feel. I know it seems like nothing matters, that nothing is joyful anymore." He spoke.

You sniffed as your tears soaked his shoulder, "I don't wanna feel like this anymore, why do I feel like this?" You asked.

" I know you don't, and I don't know why, no one does. But as much as it doesn't seem like it will, it will get better."

He said with a smiled and he cradled your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. "Promise?" You questioned.

He brought your forehead to his, "promise, I'll help you, ok?" He said. You smiled and nodded. "Ok... oh um I got some snot on your shirt... sorry" he frowned.

He shook his head, "I have plenty" he teased.

(Might do a part 2)

#mha boys hcs #bakugou fluff #kirishima fluff #kaminari headcanons #kirishima headcanon #bakugou headcanons #mha bakugou #bakugou fic #angst #bakugou angst #kirishima angst #kaminari angst #mha fanfiction #bnha #bnha x reader

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aheckinmess · 6 days

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Mind Over Mischief [Kaminari]

(One-Shot 8/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Kaminari x OC, Pro Hero Chargebolt x OC, Denki Kaminari, Original Female Character, Ichijiku Aoki, Kaminari and Kirishima are Besties, Kaminari Angst, Saving Original Character, OC is In Trouble, Because She Saved Kaminari, And I Mean Who Wouldn't, But Now She a Little Silly, And Kaminari a Little Dumb, So Here We Are

Word Count: 1,810 words

Summary: While Chargebolt and Tigress are fighting a group of villains, Tigress takes a hit for Chargebolt. It results in a concussion and Kirishima having to stand guard.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

It’s overcast and smells like lavender the day I lose my mind. Denki draws a bath with lavender epsom salts prepared after the humid day of patrolling results in a grimy, sore body.

“C’mon, Ichichan, Shinsou said the smells would help.” He pulls on my arm. “Please?”

I stand and stare at the tub of water, unmoving. Denki pulls me again and I shift forward a few steps.

“Ichi, please.” His hand caresses my cheek.

I tilt my head as I look at him. Lavender invades my nostrils and my head throbs with splitting pain, pulling a shriek from my chest. Denki tries to soothe me, but it’s too late.

My head cracks against the sink before darkness swallows me.

. . . . .

5 hours earlier. . .

“Chargebolt, how many volts do you think you’ve got left?” I bark across the street, flipping around the large teddy bear villain in front of me.

“Ehh…heh…a couple hundred…or twelve.” His laughter tells me all I need to know as he bobs and weaves around his attacker.

He’s getting low on energy. A few more low-level bursts or one high-level and he’s done! We have to figure out how– But there’s no time to think. Teddy Bear lands a hit that sends me careening back into a nearby bench. Pain crackles all through my back, but I grunt and force myself to my feet.

“Don’t you know when to quit?” Teddy Bear laughs, suddenly pinning me down. My muscles strain and I grit my teeth to keep his weight from crushing me. “You ever heard of mind control, kid? Once your electric friend goes stupid, his mind’ll be easier for my pal to take over with just one dart! And you’re gonna lay here and watch!”

Like hell I am! I twitch under his weight before unleashing a roar through my mask. As expected, my quirk compels him to run. I’m freed from my prison, and as soon as I see Denki in the sights of a man with a dart, I bolt across the street and shove him to the ground.

“Chargebolt, you have to call Cranium for help. This guy can–” I stop.

Denki looks at me with horror, before rushing the guy throwing darts.

“Attack him.” The man smirks.

I do. No! No, stop! We can’t do this. Not to Denki! How do we stop it? There’s got to be some rules. Denki, call Cranium! I plead in my head, while my body leaps at him. I’ve got him pinned and he starts begging.

“Tigress, please! It’s me!”

Seeing his pleading face, I focus hard on keeping my body still. I can’t fully shake the mind control, but I manage to stall myself long enough for Denki to turn the tables and get me on my back.

“Cranium? Yes! You’re in the area?” Denki’s phone is out and he’s shouting directions to Shinsou as Teddy Bear and his pal tear down the street. “Tigress was hit with a dart. Come find us when you’re done, please!”

With no directions to follow, I sigh and look up at the sky overrun by clouds.

“Tigress, come on.” Denki slowly starts moving off of me. When I make no movement, he pulls at my arm to help me up. “Tigress? Sweet! I guess you’re better now, huh?”

I stare wordlessly at him. He extends a hand to me, which I take.

“Are you okay?” He asks, leading me down the street.

A few civilians watch on, whispering as their eyes stay focused on the two of us. I don’t say a word, following the trail of our two attackers.

“I know that must have been tough. But you can’t just keep it all bottled up, you know? You gotta let it all out of you, otherwise you’ll just explode.” Denki nudges me. “You know you can talk to me, love. We’re in this together.”

Still, I say nothing. I look down at my feet as I trudge forward with him. Right, left, right, left. If I could answer you, I would. But I took that dart in the leg, and now I’ve failed you. Don’t be so hard on yourself, Little One.

Silence stretches between us until we see a familiar tangled mess of purple hair walking in our direction. His mask covers his face, but it doesn’t hide the concern on his expression.

“Chargebolt! I’ve got those two under control. They weren’t much of a threat once I used my quirk.” Shinsou takes a step closer to me and looks me over. “It looks like Tigress doesn’t have any directions to follow, but right now that means she’s just a hollow shell. She won’t be a threat, but we need to find a way to bring her mind back.”

“Huh? I thought she was fine? She’s been kinda quiet but…” Denki turns to me and clarity dawns on him. “Oh, shit. How are we going to bring her back? Will she be stuck like this forever?”

“Unlikely. Worst case scenario? It’s long-term and takes a while for the dart to wear off. But I’ve learned a few things from my own quirk about what helps people take back control.” Shinsou waves a hand in front of my face. I mimic the motion. “Yeah. She’s basically just copying our motions at this point. Let’s get her somewhere safe before I start telling you how to help. Too many civilians right now.”

. . . . .

For the next few hours, I’m left in Denki’s agency under the watchful eye of Kirishima.

“She’s not a threat right now, but at least until I finish up my patrol, can you keep an eye on her? I’m hoping the quirk wears off, but I don’t want to take a chance of leaving her without a guardian in case the opposite happens.” Denki runs his fingers through my hair as I scout the lobby.

“Dang, this sucks. So, she can’t recognize us anymore?” Kirishima frowns.

“She can recognize us, but she’s not in control of her body functions.” Shinsou reassures. “It’s similar to my quirk. Your mind is still your own for the most part. I don’t control your thoughts, just your actions.”

“So she has to watch herself be a completely different person?!”

“In essence, yes. But once we get done with patrol, we’ll go to the store and Chargebolt can grab some items to help with her status. Try talking to her about things only the two of you would know. It might help her break the control easier.” Shinsou advises.

And then they’re gone.

Kirishima remains quiet and awkward after the two heroes leave. I sit obediently in my chair. Every few moments my body instinctively glances around, but otherwise I’m motionless.

“Hm, this is really weird to witness. Usually you’re so mobile!” Kirishima finally sits beside me, crossing his arms. “Hey! Remember that time you were getting so excited during our Mario Kart tournament that you knocked over Bakugo’s tea? I’ve never seen him look so guilty for yelling at someone when you started crying! But boy did he pay for it later when you let loose your tiger on him.”

I blink at him with a neutral expression. I remember! I felt so bad for knocking it over. I think that’s why I didn’t mind ripping him a new one later.

It goes like this for a while until Shinsou and Denki return. Denki disappears for a few minutes in the back and then walks out in his casual attire. Shinsou hands Kirishima several bags.

“This is for Chargebolt. Make sure he gets these when he comes out. I have to head out, but I’ll keep you updated if he doesn’t.” Shinsou fist bumps Kirishima before stepping out.

When Denki makes it to my side, Kirishima hands him the bags.

“Shinsou told me to give these to you. Do you need help getting her home?”

“Nah, I should be fine. I want to try these remedies right away.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. Keep me updated, okay?”

. . . . .

Present

It’s overcast and smells like lavender the day I lose my mind. Denki draws a bath with lavender epsom salts prepared after the humid day of patrolling results in a grimy, sore body. That stupid Teddy Bear gave me a run for my money. He hit so hard! Ugh.

“C’mon, Ichichan, Shinsou said the smells would help.” He pulls on my arm. “Please?”

I stand and stare at the tub of water, unmoving. Denki pulls me again and I shift forward a few steps. Come on, please! We have to get back in our right mind.

“Ichi, please.” His hand caresses my cheek. A muscle twitches in my cheek and my finger spasms.

I tilt my head as I look at him. Lavender invades my nostrils and my head throbs with splitting pain, pulling a shriek from my chest. Denki tries to soothe me, but it’s too late.

My head cracks against the sink before darkness swallows me.

When I wake up, I grunt and look over to find Recovery Girl at my bed.

“She has a mild concussion it seems like, so make sure you notify me the second she wakes up.” She tells Denki.

“Denki…?” I whimper, blinking. How did I get here?

“Ichichan!” Denki rushes to my side and grabs my hand. “You’re back! You can talk again!”

Talk again? What…wait! I wince as memories from earlier flutter through my mind. I struggle, but I raise my arm and flex my fingers.

“I can…move.” I sigh happily, before sharp pain sparks through my temple. “Is the mind control why my head hurts?”

“Mind control? You didn’t tell me about that, Denki!” Recovery Girl smacks my husband with her cane. “You didn’t think that it was pertinent to tell me that whenever she had a concussion?!”

“I didn’t think about it!” Denki shields himself. “I was already worried.”

For the next few moments, Recovery Girl goes through a series of questions with me. Apparently, they’re meant to test my short-term and long-term memory, as well as my ability to complete complex tasks. When I pass those, I’m told to walk down the hall of our house.

“With some rest, she should be fine, Denki.” Recovery Girl says at the end of it all. “But keep an eye on her and make sure she’s not doing strenuous tasks.”

“Got it!”

Once she steps out, I instantly find Denki’s chest to sink into. My arms squeeze him tight.

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t you, lovely. I’m not holding it against you.” Denki sighs in relief and then pulls back to kiss my forehead. “The lavender must have worked then. What do you have that smells like lavender?”

“It’s in the pillow mist you use to help you fall asleep.”

“How’d you know that?”

“I hug your pillow when you’re gone and I miss you.”

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mha-cuties-pls · 1 year

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Please.

Pairing: Kaminari x Reader | Rating: T (language) | Words: 2.5k | genre: angst

A/N: LOL i be tryna write that dabi scenario and shiggy one everyday but Ive felt so smut blocked lately and like this idea popped into my head out of no where like I bet Kaminari would be a big dumb cutie when it comes to this and I could totally see this happening. Anyways, enjoy my pain LMAO and if u think this should have a happier, smuttier, part 2 drop a comment and lmk ! Bc he’s a snack

“Just go away!” You yelled angerly, wiping the tears away that rolled down your cheeks harshly with the end of your sweatshirt. The way the rough material felt as you dragged it across your irritated skin stung, but you couldn’t care less. The only feeling you could focus on was the sinking one in your chest.

“Babe, wait!” Kaminari yelled, catching the door to your room swiftly before you were able to shut it in his face. “Come on, you have to talk to me.” He shouted while following you, finally cornering you between himself and your bed. Though, he was still met with you facing your back towards him. When he reached his hand out to place it gently on your shoulder, you immediately shrugged off the contact, sending a pang through his heart. Tears began to well in his eyes, though he dare not let them fall yet. “Please!”

You screamed out of frustration, eyes glued shut as you tried to steady your breaths. “No, just get out of here! I don’t even want to look at you.” Though you could still feel his presence behind you, and you could hear the small sniffles and breaths he was making behind you. “Please,” you begged, your voice cracking, “pl-please leave m-me alone.”

Kaminari looked at the way your body began to shake, and how your hands moved from their position on your sides up to your face to stifle the sounds of the sobs you were making. The sobs you were making because of him.

God, he cried internally, feeling a tear of his own roll down his cheek while he stayed frozen in his spot. Fear was consuming his entire being, and all his attempts to diffuse the situation just seemed to make everything worse. Why did I have to search those videos? He wondered, the breath catching in his throat once more as his body flushed, replaying the dramatic scene that had just went down a few moments before in his head over and over. Why did she have to see them?

“Babe-“ He started to say, but was cut off almost immediately.

“Don’t you dare fucking call me that.” You interjected harshly, turning your head around to shoot him a nasty glare. The way your eyes puffed out and your nose got red when you cried usually made you look even cuter to Kaminari, but the expression behind your eyes was something he had never seen before. It was cold, and calculating, and hateful. And it was directed towards him.

But, you couldn’t really mean that. Could you?

“So-sorry.” He said, his voice quieter this time as he looked between you and the floor, trying to avoid your harsh stare. “But, you d-don’t want to br-break up, right?”

Not letting your face falter, you stared at him in silence for a moment. Contemplating. Raging.

“Maybe I do.” The words left your mouth reluctantly, and hung around you two in the air menacingly during the moments that followed. Just as you felt yourself about to crack, however, you noticed the way Kaminaris eyes grew just a bit more desperate, and his lower lip began to wobble.

“No ____ please.” He choked out, and you watched the drops that once dotted his cheeks begin to form steady streams as he lost any resolve he had left. “P-Please, ____ dont do this to me.” Reaching out to you, he attempted to cup your face, only to have his heart wrenched even more when you flinched away from his touch. You used to love it when he grabbed your face. “I need you!”

“No you dont!” You yelled back, your voice going up several octaves more than you planned. The heavy feeling in your chest felt like it was never going to go away, and it was actually physically painful; Like someone literally ripped your heart out. Placing your hands tenderly on your chest, you pressed down, fruitlessly trying to alleviate the devastating ache. “Y-you obviously dont.” Your last words came out as a whisper, and you averted your eyes completely to the floor, allowing your vision to become blurry by your eyes unfocusing. Though when you weren’t actively looking at something, your mind flashed images of what you saw on his phone earlier. The gut-wrenching feeling returned in waves almost as strong as they were when you initially saw them, and a choked sob escaped your throat again in place of words. Oh god I think I’m gonna throw up.

“Baby,” Kaminari said, his voice cracking at the end. You wouldn’t have looked up at him, if he hadn’t of crouched down to where you were, bringing his face inches from your own. “Baby, I’m so, so sorry.” When you looked at him, you could see his face wet with tears, and the remorse was clear in his eyes.

But, unfortunately, its not like you haven’t been here before. “Yeah,” you mumbled out, wiping your red cheeks once more, “thats what you always say.”

And with that, Kaminari couldn’t deny, he definitely felt like the biggest piece of shit on earth. He watched your face contort and twist while you tried to fight back your tears, and wanted to say something to console you. Usually, whenever you felt like this, you would run into his arms, and ask him in that sweet voice of yours to hold you close to him while he rubbed your back in soothing motions and vented to him about whatever it was that upset you.

The only difference was, was that now he was the source of your distress.

“I-I know.” He breathed out with a meek voice, “I just didnt think….” But he trailed off, unable to explain himself in a way that he thought wouldn’t upset you further. Releasing a heavy sigh, Kaminari reached his hand out to pat your shoulder tentatively, and when you didnt flinch away from him or shrug off his hand, he felt a small part of him calm down. Maybe this will all be okay. “I wasn’t thinking.” Was all the explanation he could muster up. Which, based off your sour expression, wasn’t going to be good enough.

“That’s such a fucking cop out, Kaminari, and you know it.” Your voice finally seemed to be evening out as all the disappointment and sadness you felt burdening your chest turned into pure rage. “Why is it, that you get to do whatever you want, look at whatever you want,” you said through clenched teeth, “and I just have to be okay with it because ‘that’s just how guys are’?” Sure, maybe some people would say your overreacting. But really, were you? “I mean, come on, Denki!” The tears began to well in your eyes uncontrollably once more as you stared up at him, the emotions washing over too fast for you to properly register them, resulting in an all out breakdown from you. Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, you pulled him closer to you dramatically, hoisting yourself up as well as you felt your legs become more wobbly by the second. As you stared into his eyes, you could see, he was hurting too. “I fucking begged you.” Your words were nothing but a whisper, and you couldn’t bare to look at him any longer, hanging your head down defeatedly.

“I know.” He said, and you could feel his breath on the top of your head, though couldn’t find the strength to meet his eyes. Part of you wanted to believe that it was remorse you were hearing in his voice, too. But you couldnt let yourself be so naive, especially after he basically just proved to you what you had known all along.

“So, just admit it.” Trying to get a grip, you took a deep breath, and wiped your cheeks again before looking back up at him. The way his sad eyes bore into yours made you want to cry and crawl into his arms, a place you had regarded as your safe space not too long ago. But, you couldn’t let him continue to make a fool of you. You wouldn’t. “Admit, that I’m not enough for you.” As soon as the words left your throat, you felt your lip begin to quiver, and water gathered in your eyes once more. You hated how this bastard somehow still had such a powerful effect on you when you just wanted to be rid of him.

“No!” He screamed, an incredulous look on his face. “Why would you even say that?”

“Are you FUCKING kidding me right now?” You screamed, all restraint and common sense lost. Straightening your back, you made sure to look him dead in the eye with the most spiteful look you could muster. “Do you take me as a fucking joke Kaminari?”

“N-“

“I wasn’t done talking!” Now at your highest volume yet, you were almost sure your screams could be heard through the walls. Hopefully no one was in their dorms at the moment, but honestly for the time being, you didn’t care. “I begged you Kaminari!” Taking a step towards him, you pushed his chest as hard as you could, causing him to stumble backwards as you went in to push him again. “I got down on my hands and knees and I fucking begged you not to watch videos like that! Hell,” you started, a crazy laugh escaping you, “I even told you to just delete your history, if you did, because I’m an understanding fucking person!” But of course, he just refused to listen to you; to hear you. “And you couldn’t even be bothered to do that, huh?”

When you looked into his eyes, you expected to see some semblance of anger or defensiveness, but were met with neither. Rather, Denki Kaminari sat in front of you, possibly for the first time ever, as a silent, weeping mess. Biting his lip and trying his best to contain his cries as you unraveled in front of him. It almost made you feel bad for him, until you remembered why you were both in this fight in the first place.

“No!” He choked out, reaching out to grab your wrist, “It’s not like that, ____. You know I love you.”

As much as you hate to admit it, your heart swelled when you heard him say that. Just hearing that brought a comfort to you that allowed you to breathe just a little easier, and the way his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist soothed your anger a bit more.

But this was far from over.

“So then why’d you do it?” You spat out, malice dripping from every word. Though, you couldnt help but let the next words spill messily from your mouth, your voice cracking as you asked, “why cant you stop?”

Big, ugly sobs escaped you following your words. Only now, you didn’t feel at all inclined to hold them back, and allowed yourself to cry more intensely than you ever had in front of him before. The violent way they left your chest made your whole body shake, and Kaminari was positive you couldnt see anything as you just left the tears to stream down your cheeks uninhibited.

He reached his arms out tentatively, and wrapped them around you slowly, until he finally felt your weight fall into his own. Taking a moment to simply sit there, he appreciated the feeling of you being in his arms again, something he feared just moments ago might’ve never happened again, and it would’ve all been his fault.

Running his fingers gently down the side of your head he smoothed your hair down in soothing motions, causing you to relax into him ever so slightly. “Because I’m fucking stupid, okay?” His answer earned another whimper from you, and he felt your chest begin to rise and fall rapidly as you began to cry once more. “Hey, hey, hey, listen, okay?” Hugging your body tighter to his own, he closed his own eyes for a moment as he rested his head on top of yours, trying to find the perfect answer, if one even existed. “Ive never exactly had a real girlfriend before.” His words were hushed now that you had begun to calm down again. “And as awkward and nerdy as it sounds, I’ve kind of been watching those videos for years and I just, I dont know.” He wished there was a better way to describe it, a way that you could understand. But he also knew that the reason it probably hurt you so much was because you couldn’t understand. At the end of the day, you weren’t a man. “It almost becomes, like a habit, you know? Like a part of your life.”

You tried to calm down, you really did. But the way he seemed to half-ass his explanations only served to anger you further, and you felt your boiling pot of emotions bubble up inside you and spill over the edge once more. A strange led cry left your mouth before you continued. “Whatever, Denki.” Trying to wriggle yourself out of his grasp, you found your anger growing each time he tried to stop your exit. “Then thats it I cant do this anymo-“

“____!” Kaminari yelled, his voice just as hurt as your own. His face was a mess by this point as well, you noted. At least the bastard felt bad enough to cry. “____…dont leave me.” He squeaked out, voice barely above a whisper. You tried to pull your wrist from his grasp but he held on tightly. “Please.”

Taking in a shaky breath, you closed your eyes, trying to level your emotions enough to think. “You need to understand,” every word left quieter than the last, “how much this hurts me, Kaminari.” Your eyes were pleading with him, big and emotional. “I just dont think I can do it forever. Compete with them.” Another single, solitary tear rolled down your cheek before you added, “I dont want to.”

“Aw, ____.” Kaminaris hand reached to smooth his thumb over your cheek soothingly, and he was relieved to see you lean into his touch. However, he had never seen you so vulnerable before, and that was what scared him the most. He never wanted to see you hurt this bad, and he certainly never thought it would be because of something he did. “You’re not competing with them. You have to understand that its not like that.”

But his words did little other than upset you further, and you scoffed at his comment. “Whatever it ‘is like’, I dont care, Denki.” Taking in another deep breath, you took his hand in yours. “You either need to figure out a way to stop, or at least be diligent enough to make sure I never see that shit on your phone again! Or I swear to god-“

“Dont worry,” he said through a sniffle, and now it was his turn to wipe his nose. “I-I won’t ever let you down again, ____.” An ugly cry escaped his throat as he pulled you into a tight hug once more. “You mean everything to me.” Then, taking his hands and placing them on either side of your face, you were met with the adoration in his eyes, along with flooded relief as he realized the true weight of his situation wasn’t as bad as he originally thought. “I promise, I wont fuck it up again.”

Closing your eyes, you relished in the feeling of his hand against your cheek, and felt your body finally, completely, relax into his own. “You better not, because I really love you, Denki Kaminari.”

“I love you too, ____.”

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lapisinferno · 1 year

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Most People: Aww Kaminari probably looks adorable with a phone charger in his mouth.

Me, an angst fanfic writer: It probably causes him pain for his electricity to be forced into so many directions at once when charging multiple phones and that's why he's expressed annoyance over it but he doesn't want to refuse a favor for his friends so he bears through it :)

#headcanons #bnha headcannons #angst headcanons #angst #denki kaminari #denki angst #kaminari angst

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pikaminari · 1 year

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Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakusquad - Character, Toga Himiko

Additional Tags: Suicidal Kaminari Denki, Depressed Kaminari Denki, Pro Hero Kaminari Denki, Villain Shinsou Hitoshi, Canon Divergence, shinsou Hitoshi doesn’t make it to the hero course, Dadzawa, Kaminari and shinsou are smokers, they might also be alcoholics, friends to enemies to lovers, Angst, Heavy Angst, Kaminari Denki Has ADHD, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Shinsou Hitoshi is in the Bakusquad, Slow Burn, hopefully but I’m an impatient writer, Minor Character Death, trauma from character death, Shinsou Hitoshi has PTSD, kaminari Denki has chronic pain, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, dadgiri,

Summary:

Pro hero Chargebolt goes missing one day, but no one looks for him. Not his friends, not his family, not the news, no one. That is except for his old friend Shinsou Hitoshi, better known as the wanted villain Siren.

Inspired by this post:

#bnha #mha #kaminari denki #shinkami #my hero academia #shinkami fanfic #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso #league of villains #villain shinso hitoshi #Shinso angst #kaminari angst

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seldomscilence16 · 1 year

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Whumptober day 28: It's Just the Tip of the Iceberg

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Prompts;

Anger born of worry

Punching the wall

Headache

I cant not Kami angst so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it just fits. This could be a few relationships or friendships, so read it as you like :3

UA's highschool class 1-A became close almost immedietly. Maybe it was the insane entrance exam, maybe the crazy teacher, the life or death situations, or even just that they were those kinds of people. But whatever the reason, they considered their classmates their friends- if not family- and took it very seriously when things like now happened. But after the things they'd been through, it was understandable that theyd be cautious.

Check-ins were a must have, a requirement by the teachers and a sense of comfort for friends. Missing a check-in was a mistake only one student had made, and no one wanted a repeat of that situation. And with the circumstances leading up to this missed check-in, it only had the anxiety growing.

Kaminari had gone home for the weekend on short notice to their sensei. Denki wasnt one to make the trip often, he seemed fine staying in the dorms, and no one really questioned it- the trips were short on weekends and often more hastle than they were worth. He'd even done the first two check-ins, though the one worded messages had been a little out of character. Aizawa and the others had let the first missed check-in go for the fact there had been a major storm that night, figuring he'd send a message once he recovered. The storm lasted until early morning- not that anyone was following it every minute to ensure it didnt get worse, no sir.

But even after the storm ended and the hours following, no word came. No memes, no emojis or emoticons, no one worded text, no paragraph about a book, nothing. Aizawa calls Sunday morning, but it goes straight to voicemail. Not too weird, it was a bad storm, he waits an hour and calls Denki's parents. He hadn't been a fan of them the first time he'd met them, and this phone call didnt improve his view in the slightest.

"Hello, Kaminari-san, this is your sons teacher Aizawa. I wanted to check in, make sure he'd be alright making the trip back to the dorms." Aizawa learned early, to try not to phrase anything in a way that could seem like blame.

"What?" Theres some muffled noises and voices he cant make out, "hes probably fine," he trails off, muttering that Aizawa can barely make out, "...brat…causin trouble…"

He can sense he wont get more from him, though he wants to throw him in an interegation room, or worse.

"Right. Tell him to contact me when hes headed this way. Thank you for your-" the dial tone reaches his ear, and he purses his lips in irritation. He really didnt like them.

"He still hasn't responded to any of memes! Hasnt even looked at them!" Mina cries, staring at her phone like its personally wronged her.

"At least yours went through! Mine wont deliver." Sero mutters, clicking resend for the umpteenth time.

"Not just yours, mine too. Anything past midnights a bust." Kirishima says with a worried pout, eyebrows scruched, "what about yours Bakubro?"

"Morons probably fine. He blows up phone often enough, you guys just fuckin worry to damn much." Bakugos glaring at his own screen, where his first text is unread and second wont send, but he wont let them know that.

"But Hatsume and the support department made that protective thingy for his phone." Mina points out, "and he never misses an opprotune moment to use the 'not dead b*tch' meme."

"This whole trip home was weird if you ask me." Sero mumbles

The others look to him with raised brows and he shrinks into himself,

"I mean really, he never talks about home. Then some random weekend he decides to go? And now hes not answering… it just seems suspicious to me."

"Well if he doesnt respond in the next 5 minutes, I'm hunting him down." Mina threatens, glaring at her phone once more.

"You guys wont be going anywhere. I want all other students accounted for until this situation is resolved." Aizawa interupts, sweeping into the room with Present Mic and Midnight on his heels.

"Wait, is something wrong? Is Kami okay!?" Kiri stands, fully facing the teachers with worry filled eyes.

"We're taking this seriously one way or the other. Until Kaminari is back, no ones leaving." Midnight says firmly, a seriousness about her they rarely see.

"We've got this handled, just keep an eye on your phones." Mic assures, though his mind seems elsewhere.

Their worry has climbed at least three levels now, typing furiously at their phones in the hopes their blond friend will reply.

Monday morning comes.

Nobody had gotten any sleep, and no messages had gone through. The teachers were yet to return, their classes cancelled today, and strict instructions to stay in the dorms.

Denki hadn't been with his parents, though his bag was, the Kaminaris taken into custody for several charges. Including but not limited to Child endangerment. Like kicking their weather quirked child into the night during a storm.

Aizawa was kicking himself, he'd be taking a second look into his students home lives, things like this would not escape his notice again. Yamada is silent beside him, probably thinking simular things.

"We'll find him." Aizawa says firmly.

"I know. Im not stopping until I do."

Mina is staring out the window, school work laid out in front of her but going ignored. Shes hoping to see a head of blond hair, walking up with a cheesy smile and an apology. But each hour passed, just sends her in to another spiral of terrible thoughts. What was the last thing she said to him? What did they last do together?

She startles, turning with wide eyes to see a hole in the wall, plaster dust still falling in a cloud. Kirishima and Bakugo are both standing in front of the wall, and Mina cant tell which one did the punching. From the dusty knuckles, shes surprised to say they both did, which explains the size of the hole. Sero- who sits across from Mina- sighs,

"Anyone have a frame we can put there?"

"How are you so calm?" Kiri whispers, shoulders shaking as his fists clench at his sides.

Seros eyes narrow,

"Dont think for one second Im calm Kirishima. Hes my friend too, but at least I know punching walls wont help him."

"Well at least it looks like I care! He could be dead and we're stuck here!" Kiri yells, flipping around to glare at Sero.

Sero stands, ready to fire back, when Ojiro steps in,

"You should be ashamed of yourselves. What would Denki think of you two going at it like this? Especially about him. We're all worried, we're all mad we're cooped up. And I'm sure we all want to go bust down his parents doors. But fighting and punching things isnt going to help."

"If Kaminari were here, he'd know how to make everyone laugh." Deku comments sadly, notebook abandoned in his lap.

Sero plops back down in his seat, huffing as he rubs at his face.

"I should have asked more questions. He was acting strange, and I knew there was gonna be a storm. Im such an idiot."

"Dont blame yourself Sero, he wouldnt want that, and its not your fault. He had us all fooled…" Mina reaches over to hold his hand across the table, squeezing it in comfort.

"Im sorry… I just feel useless here." Kirishima apologizes, slumping into the spare seat by Sero. Bakugo eventually takes the one by Mina, silent and glaring, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"The teachers will find him… and we'll make sure stuff like this doesnt happen. Ever again." Ojiro glares darkly out the window, as if daring the universe to hurt their Pikachu friend again.

Denki throws an arm over his eyes, to block out the light. He has a heinous headache that hes trying to get over, because he knows its a stupid thing to complain about. His parents had told him as a child that headaches werent a big deal, that he needed to grow up. But gods did storms really make his head ache. Given it could have been the fall too… or the atmospheric pressure… or the lightning… or overcharging… or over discharging… or he was just stupid.

Despite all the rain, Denki was parched, and maybe hungry… and also in a bit pain, but hes mostly numb after a storm and kinda really cold so… He tries to wiggle his toes and winces, tries pushing on the tree again and winces, tries to just lay there and breath and winces, tries to cloud gaze and- you guessed it, winces.

Some hero he was. Couldnt even make it through a couple nights alone. He supposes he should be a little proud of himself for not blowing up a neighborhood or something. But mostly he was angry.

His parents would be in trouble, considering he'd definetly seen the sun rise at least twice. And his friends were probably so mad at him. And his teachers were gonna kill him for missing check in. And for failing at everything. And for generally being a nuisance they had to deal with. Gods knowing his luck, a villian is gonna show up any minute and kill him or something and he'll leave everyone with a whole bunch of guilt… or maybe a good laugh… or a ghost story… whatever, it was probably for the best. Hed never be a hero anyway.

His brain pulsates another wave of agony as he turns his head to get it off a small rock and he groans in response- which in turn has him wincing at the noise. He kind of hated life right now. He wonders how other people deal with headaches, because he'd gotten used to powering through most of his, but that didnt stop him from vomiting at times during the day. Or completely zoning out to ingnore everything.

He squeezes his eyes closed tightly against another wave, feels the prickly sensation of tears without the actual wetness of them. Whatever happens, he just wants it to be done and over with. Hes so tired.

Aizawa might have to hurt someone. And since it wont be his student, he'll settle for his parents, or a thug, or even a damn tree. It should not be this hard to track down a teenager!!

"The storm caused a lot of damage, sorry Eraserhead, but the kids probably-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll-"

"Sorry, thank you. We'll keep looking ourselves." Mic pulls him away, his own eyes flashing, "we cant do anything if we're benched or worse. Lets just find the most burned area and go from there okay?"

"Fine. Call the others."

"Kaminari!!"

"Kiid!! Shout if you can hear us!!"

"KAMINARIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

The heroes step carefully over storm debri and burnt forest. Between branches and full on trees, this place is a mess of burn stuff. Its well into the afternoon at this point, they wont have much daylight left, but none of them plan on stopping either. Looking at the damage scares them, but they have hope, their kids were resilient. Though with the wet and cool mornings, and hot and humid days, kid may not be in good shape, especially after a storm, and almost two days of being out here.

"DENKI!"

Aizawa holds up a hand, and everyone stops silent, barely breathing as they strain their ears.

"..elp…m..ere!"

"DENKI!" Mic calls again, taking slow steps forward

"..m..ere!!"

They all take off in the same direction, where the damage is worse and the scorch marks are darker. They see a tree, fallen on its side, roots torn and bark burnt, but what draws their eyes are the shoes poking out from beneath it.

"Kid!?" The adults are around the tree in an instant, finding Kaminari pale and bruised and covered in lichtenburg figures.

Hes peaking out from behind his arm, squinting with pain etched on his features.

"You foun' me… sorry 'bout dis…" his voice is hoarse, and words weak and slurred.

"Its okay kid, we got you now."

"Denki!!!"

"Hey everyone, i'm back!"

#whumptober2022 #no.28 #anger born of worry #punching a wall #headache #my hero academia #fic #angst #implied child abuse #storms #injured #mentions of death #Kaminari angst #kaminari thinks he has a headache #but really he suffers migrains #and probably a concussion #everyone worried about the bean #yes even Bakugo

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tr-mha-fan · 9 hours

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Who wants to write a Denki Angst collab with me?

So, here's the thing, we all love making our favorite characters suffer. You can't deny that. Denki Kaminari, one of my favorite characters, is no exception to this rule.

That being said, who wants to write a Denki angst collab with me?

Whether it's a x reader or not doesn't matter, we can decide that later. Whoever wants to, please pm me, we can plot the story together 😉

Please reblog, spread this around ;)

#denki #kaminari #denki angst #kaminari angst #denki kaminari angst #collaboration #collaborative #mha #bnha #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #angst

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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✩࿐ the mixtape series: keshi edition (masterlist)

about. we turn to music during our most intimate moments, listen to three minutes of perfectly strung together words to best convey emotion. in this universe you turn to a playlist searching for love. OR. a collection of songs by the artist keshi following your relationships with six of your favourite bnha characters.

warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, suggestive, fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, happy endings, toxic relationships/dynamics, fwb relationships break ups, engagements, alcohol mentions - each fic has its own warnings.

things to note. proud to introduce my new mini project that i’ve been working on while i was away! i wanted to try writing a mini series to practice my short form writing. i hope you enjoy!

track list. to be updated every saturday at 6pm - 10pm gmt. each contains its own set of warnings and ratings. reader discretion is advised - find the playlist here !

01. right here - katsuki bakugou (22:07)

about. “if you need me, i’ll be here.” - exes to lovers!au, ex!bakugou, hurt comfort + happy ending.

02. onoffonoff - eijirou kirishima (29:07)

about. “when we start, we never stop.” - toxic relationship!au, miscommunication, pro hero!kirishima suggestive, angst + open ending.

03. war with heaven - izuku midoriya (5:08)

about. “damn, i’m missin’ my baby.” - fwb!au, friends to lovers, long-distance relationship, pro hero!deku, suggestive, fluff + happy ending.

04. understand - shoto todoroki (12:08)

about. “maybe we could try it, if you let me.” - established relationship!au, engagements, lazy sundays, pro hero!todoroki, fluff-comfort + happy ending.

05. summer - sero hanta (19:08)

about. “fuck around, feel my heartbeat.” - fwb!au, mutual pining, confessions, pro hero!sero, suggestive, fluff + happy ending.

06. beside you - denki kaminari (26:08)

about. “say i’m not your type but i know what’s on your mind.” - friends to lovers!au, reunions, rebounds, pro hero!denki, suggestive, fluff + happy ending.

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takes1 · 3 months

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Bakugou has a crush on popular!fem!Senpai!reader. I love the idea of him trying to keep up with his senpai (senpai has no idea about his feelings, of course). maybe a little angst and where senpai's male classmates know about his feelings but don't see him as a threat because they think it's just puppy love and don't take him seriously

i took it in a slightly different direction, but hope it still holds up. kept the themes the same at least! 1st year bakugou/3rd year reader, puppy love, that sort of thing. tried to honor the angsty part, too. hope this does the job!

warnings. heavy alcohol consumption, suggestive petting details. sfw / nsfw to follow in p.2 / some suggestive petting / afterparty/houseparty / shadowing / mentor!reader / 3rdyear!reader / 'unrequited' love / puppy love / bakugou being a lightweight / sweaty bakugou / 1.6k words 🤍 scenario series. i have so much bakugou, please go check all of those scenarios out! / there will be a part 2 to this! / bakugou headcanons more links. my ao3

*shadow week: when a student follows and observes a third-year for a short period of time, such as a day or a week, for training purposes

The afterparty was much more crowded than you realized; the usual rule against first-years had been reversed in the spirit of shadow week. Right on the coattails of that stiff internship mixer, it was a pretty fitting way to finish out the week.

With the addition of a more excitable crowd, the general vibe was intense, loud, and near dizzying. It wasn't really your style.

You opted for watching, nursing something strong. Dancing, screaming, and the like was better far away. You didn't have the energy tonight, but you needed to make sure your shadow got to see what something like this entailed so the tradition might live after your class graduates.

Of course, you lost him almost immediately. He was steaming, almost itching to get away from you as he had been all week. The randomization process of choosing Mentors and Shadows faired unfavorable to you, because you couldn't have asked for a more difficult person to train.

It was an hour in and you still sat in your spot, surrounded by your closer friends who shared the same temperament about tonight in particular. Some normally big personalities took it easy in the presence of the younger crowd.

Togata settled in next to you with a big sigh.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?"

Your snort turned into an actual laugh. That's how you knew you were feeling it.

"Nothing much," You glanced around the room, half-concerned about your Shadow, "You seen that Bakugou kid?"

Togata rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"Probably left as soon as he realized a 'rager' meant a good time."

You both shared a chuckle and went on to talk about anything else.

Bakugou did, in fact, have a different idea of what this afterparty was going to be like. But his inhibitions had melted away long ago when he, unknowingly, began to drink a loaded cup.

He had inadvertently pissed off the guy in charge of the cooler with his usual attitude, and got himself the nastiest-tasting diet coke imaginable.

Bakugou didn't know any better. He believed this was a new disgusting flavor the Coca-Cola company came out with on the tails of their coffee bullshit, so something reminiscent of cinnamon didn't set off any red flags.

Thanks to this drink, easier to get down by the minute, he did seem to be having a better time at the party than he thought he would.

For a while, after the buzz melted away his better judgement, he searched for you, but quickly became distracted when he found some of his peers dancing fervently to a karaoke song.

The sight of Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari going crazy to a shitty, dated pop song made a rare grin spread over his face. It felt funny smiling, so he laughed and the unfamiliar sound from behind them caught their attention.

They all looked relieved to see him, somewhat amused, in on a joke he didn't quite understand.

Sero laughed after he greeted them and exchanged charged looks with Kaminari-

"Dude-haha, Bakugou-- what's up with you-?" Kaminari giggled under his hand.

Everyone was laughing, the music was so loud, and he felt good.

"I dunno!" He yelled and swung to grab Sero's shoulder.

The tallest of them flinched embarrassingly hard with a short, alarmed noise, but was met with droves of laughter from the rest of his friends. Bakugou was the loudest among them.

He had to catch his breath and leaned back with a hand on his neck. He raked his hands through his hair, a little dizzy, a little heavy, and somewhat confused, "Fuck! I feel so good!!"

His eyes were big as he finished his cup. Kirishima grabbed it from him after he was done and smelled it. He muttered something under his breath, but nobody saw.

"Yeeesss!! I fucking LOVE this song ohmygod," Bakugou belted, but hardly even loud compared to the booming bass behind him.

His well-muscled arms dropped, and he turned with vigor and pointed glee to the first person he saw.

It briefly occurred to him that something wasn't right. The way his perception grew fuzzy wasn't normal but he couldn't keep a worried thought for long enough to actually get worried.

You were leaning against the counter from your barstool. You looked mellowed- buzzed, and relaxed. Your crooked smile was partial to Togata, the big, burly blond consistently at your side. You shared a slow, intimate conversation that Bakugou very much wanted a part of.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, dodging a supportive hand from Kirishima, and stumbled towards the two highest ranking in the room.

He approached faster than he intended.

His hands landed to catch himself on your parted lower thighs, but he was heavier under the influence and leaned a little far forward. There were about ten of you swirling around the room.

Your stomach pooled with a warm, fast buzz that spread a blush from ear to ear.

Bakugou was coated in a thin layer of musky sweat, no doubt from the combination of his loaded drink and intense dancing.

He was panting softly, eyes lidded when he caught himself on you, his handsome, chiseled face tilted in a drunken daze. Your heart was beating between your legs as you looked each other up and down simultaneously.

Oooh, man.

You hardened up, just a little, and cocked your head to the side, "You feelin' alright, bud?"

Your hand raked through his sweaty, spiky hair, and his entire body shifted to that side. He hummed, smiling, and gripped your plush thighs harder. Fuck, you were warm, and strong; he wanted to fall asleep here.

A larger, scarred hand grabbed the first-year's shirt.

"I think he's had too much."

You looked up at Togata, radiating irritation with a face that didn't match. Your stomach twisted again and you shifted in your seat, which in turn shifted Bakugou.

As he moved to pull Bakugou off, you got another whiff of that sweet smell. That must've been from his Quirk, afterall.

Your head fell back with a sigh while he was beginning to be escorted away by a kind, although a little patronizing, Togata.

Bakugou popped him with a shout and you jumped up- thankfully most people were also screaming to the song, which helped to soften the blow of the tense scene playing out in front of you.

"You need to leave, kid," The older of the two asserted, despite the singe on his shoulder from where he was pushed.

The both looked frilled and ready to make a scene.

Bakugou squinted up at him.

Before he could spit out a horrible insult, or threat, or anything else bubbling beneath the surface, you placed your hand on his wavering shoulder and took up the space in his vision in front of Togata.

"Hey," You said gently, eyes dodging around his very clear signs of heavy drinking, "Hey--,"

"Hey," It sounded almost like a question coming out of his mouth.

Togata moved back. This was something out of his jurisdiction; you were technically in charge of the kid, anyway.

Knotted muscles loosened against your touch, heavy and uneven. He watched, focusing and then glazed again on your pretty bottom lip. It was quiet for a moment between you.

His infatuation; your concern.

"Have you been drinking?"

He shook his head, concern on his brow for a moment-- but it disappeared in a moment's notice. It almost didn't make sense; you tossed the idea that he didn't want to tell you, but then you made the realization of what had actually happened as he swayed, entranced under your gaze.

"Let's…" Your brow furrowed and you glanced around, "Let's get you back to your room."

You wore a distrustful, upturned expression at the sea of patrons. His redhead friend jogged by your side for a moment, about to ask where you were going, but instead of answering, you took the cup out of his hand and threw it in the trash on your way out.

Somebody thought it'd be funny to get some first-years shit-faced. Normally you'd agree about it humorous quality, but this was your shadow. Technically your responsibility for the week.

From the looks of it, he had never touched alcohol before.

It was a cool and breezy walk back to his dorm building. The quiet night gave you space to slow for a while, ask some questions.

"How are you feeling?"

He was out of breath just walking. His stammered for a moment but didn't notice. "Good…good-good, really great."

The anger he usually wore was practically a memory now. His small, permanent frown was the only reminder.

It took 6 minutes for what would've been a 3-minute walk. His hand missed the handle to open the door and you had to catch him, then twist to open it yourself. He didn't help you at all even though you suspected he had the capacity to.

"Alright," You strained, arms locked under his- he was incredibly dense, impossibly warm, and at the moment, very lazy. He melted into you at an awkward angle, breath dancing against the shell of your ear.

Getting him all the way up the stairs was going to take a million years.

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dancingbabya-notes · 1 year

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Your scars are beautiful

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Everyone gains scars; it's a part of life, no one is immune to that. From small ones that are barely noticeable to ones that signify or are a reminder of a very strong memory. A badge of honor, a reminder of a mistake, luck that no one else was harmed, or a bad memory. (PS the only reason I wrote this is because the most recent chapters I've read are rotting my brain and I sometimes think a little too hard about my own scars)

Characters: Todoroki, Mirio, Midoriya, Amajiki, Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinso, Shoji

Spoiler warning: there are spoilers for the bnha/MHA manga in Shoji’s part so if you don’t want that please don’t bother reading.

Tw: trauma, mention of falling from extreme heights, mentions of child abuse, mentions of abuse, mention of self harm,

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Todoroki

Sometimes you would walk into your shared room with Shoto, he looks at his face so intently in the mirror. But trying to imagine him without the burn scar on his face was difficult. That was your only image of him since school. Today he seemed to be intently picking at the skin around the old scar.

Walking up behind him you put his hands down so they sat in his lap as you hug him tightly. “Sho, Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He states, his low voice not expressing much emotion but for some reason you just knew.

“Do you wanna touch my scar?” You ask, he blinked.

You were very protective of your own scars, it wasn’t because it was an old scar. It wasn’t because of anything sad, it was because you went too far. Like Icarus you flew too close to the sun and lost your wings. When it happened you remember him reaching for you and the pain in his eyes.

“Are you sure, my love?” He looks at you in the mirror.

“Of course, you always tell me you find comfort when I touch your scar,” you smile.

“No,” he shakes his head, his hand sitting comfortably in yours. “Just sitting with me right now is fine.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“It’s an old story.”

“That doesn’t mean it can stir new feelings,” you offer, giving him a slight squeeze.

Shoto thinks for a moment, mouth opening and closing a few times as time seemed to stretch before he found the right words. “I know now…why my mother felt the way she did. But I can’t… help but feel I had been too hasty in forgiving her. Or… that I’m wrong for not forgiving… my father.”

You try to think of a good thing to say but you weren’t sure if your words would bring him solace or pester the pain more. “I think you need to talk to them again. While it may open old bleeding wounds I feel telling them how you’re feeling might help. If you want I can sit with you when you do?”

“No, I feel it will only cause me unnecessary pain,” he sighs.

“But emotional pain can come up later,” you mumble then to realize. “Sho, are you worried that we will be bad parents to our children?”

“Yes,” he pulls on your hand a bit, stretching it a bit beyond to position that was slowly making pins and needles prick at your skin.

“No one’s perfect, but all we can do is try our best and make up for the mistakes we make. If you want when we start a family we can go to counseling,” you suggest. “That way we can get a second option, you might also get some closure with the pain you feel regarding your parents.”

Shoto pulls you around to face him, kind of sitting his lap but with his arms around you instead of you’re around him. You smile as he buries his face into your hoodie.

“You always seem to know what to say my love.”

Kirishima

“Babe?”

Flinching you quickly roll your pant leg back down. It was moments like these where you wish the mirror didn’t make you feel so small.

“There you are,” Eijiro smiles as he pulls you into a hug. “I thought you were asleep or something.”

“I was just antsy,” you mumble. “Sorry I should have said I was in here.”

He looks at you and he can tell. “Your scars are making you anxious, aren’t they?”

You nod.

He starts peppering your face in kisses. “It’s not your fault, it wasn’t something we could help. Nurse didn’t know.”

Nurse. Without her you didn’t want to know what would have happened to you. Your hero career would have ended that day. Even the short month to recuperate wasn’t enough time, you still had nightmares, waking up screaming, and the phantom pains. The reminder was the scars. Why couldn’t you move past this?

“I know.”

Eijiro picks you up and sits on the bed with you in his arms. He kissed your face, but you could tell where he was kissing. He had a purpose. Your body was littered with scars, the proof of your life and the things you’ve dealt with. The thin one just above your eye was from when your brother spent a day drawing portals through the house and you had fallen through one out into the tree. The smooth one by your ear from a surgery that had been found to be unnecessary: the hospital had mixed up your chart with another child patient, your mom was not enthused.

The one under your eye from when you accidentally cut your face, having thought you put the exact blade down, you were lucky you didn’t get your eye. He brings your hands up and he kisses your fingers, the paper thin cuts you’d gotten from learning how to cook and other craft related accidents. A small giggle escapes as he looks you in the eye for a moment.

“You don’t have to do this,” you smile.

“But I want to.”

With each kiss you were reminded of the origin of the scar. Your left hand: a wet rock from the river by the summer house. Your right wrist: the bracelet you wore during a spontaneous rescue during second year. Your shoulders: the burns from an old mission. Your stomach: an inconsolable attacker. Every memory was fine until he kissed your legs. The perfect lined scars that cut straight accords your knees.

Your breath shook a bit as the tears started. You were so scared. Plenty of other times you’d been scared but when you couldn’t feel your feet or toes, or even just the pain, were the most terrifying two minutes of your life.

His hands touched the scar and you flinched. “I know that I’m lucky. So many people pity me now.”

“Who cares what they feel about your scars,” your boyfriend pulls you back into his lap, peppering the top of your head and your forehead with kisses. “What matters is you are here, you are safe, and the pain you feel will disappear. It will fade into a bad memory.”

“I know. But what if-

“Y/n, if anything had happened we would have figured it out. Okay?”

You nod. “Thank you Eiji.”

Midoriya

When you see Midoriya’s scars, the ones on his hands, his arms, anywhere you wonder, would it have been better if you realized and accepted your second quirk sooner. You had grown used to using the regenerative ability given to you by the monster that forced your creation. Body torn to shreds over and over again, everyone always talked about how lucky you were. But were you?

You could lose a finger and if you consume enough toxins you could grow it back without worry. Your body showed no signs of scarring, well not visible at first glance. You had one scar. It was small and you just knew it was a part of you now.

“Cookie? Is there something on me? Don’t tell me there’s another water-

“No, you’re fine.” You shake your head and you smile looking at your boyfriend. “Have I ever mentioned that you’re beautiful?”

Midoriya didn’t seem to know what to say, his jaw hung open as he quickly covered his mouth and turned away. You chuckle slowly breaking into a laugh as he blushes so hard you could see it on his back from his shoulders.

“Cookie,” he whines and you slowly try to catch your breath.

Standing up you smile before taking his hand and kissing the first scar you’d ever seen on him. “It’s true. I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

You weren’t sure what it was but he pulled you close to him before kissing the top of your left ear. Which made you embarrassed, the only imperfection you had. A slight notch in the top of your ear. Like someone had cut a slice of it out. At the time you must have been no older than three or four, the faint memory of pain and then it ending.

“I think you are far more beautiful than I am,” he smiles before you push him away.

“Put on a fucking shirt,” you scold.

Mirio

“Sunshine, are you okay you’re shaking?”

Putting the pot down you think. “I’m fine though. Huh?”

Turning your. Hands over and over you did notice a slight shake, but that was normal right? Frowning it was odd when old memories would be triggered.

“Ah, I know what’s wrong.” You chuckle nervously. “I remembered when my mom had a hard time moving the pot to the table because she didn’t want us to burn our hands on the plates.”

Mirio was a bit confused. “Why did you think about that?”

You flex your wings and shift the feathers to the side a bit to show the one spot where only short feathers grew, it didn’t impair your flying and you were surprised you could even fly at this age. “She dropped the pot, my dad was so angry he hit her and got me in the crossfire.”

Though you had a light hearted smile on your face Mirio frowns. “I’m sorry to hear that Sunshine.”

You wave your hand dismissively. “If I hadn’t witnessed that I’m sure you and I would have never met. Don’t apologize, it made me think that I hope my mom is in a better place, and I will be very very careful who I marry if I ever do.”

Mirio had thought much about how you’d grown up, it was partially because you never talked about it. He didn’t want to pry usually but he did want to know as much as you were comfortable sharing.

“How do you feel about scars anyway?” You ask.

“They’re proof we live,” he smiles before brushing his hand against your feathers.

You shriek, pulling away quickly and stumbling forward. Groaning you clutch your side, having effectively slammed your entire weight into the corner of the counter.

“A warning,” you gasp. “Please, my feathers are sensitive.”

“R-right.”

Shaking your head you start laughing only to be paused from the pain shooting up your body.

Amajiki

Your partner watches intently as you work. He always did this, because he said it made him feel better. Watching you work when he had nothing to do. Somewhere along the way of learning you had been given the task to create new things for uniform fabrics. He remembered how when you both met and you made him something only for him to learn how your quirk actually worked.

Your blood infused with fabrics could change them drastically. A fabric that couldn’t be cut with most known blades unless you bled on it. A super stretchy fabric that didn’t wear easily if at all, water resistant fabric, changing a fabric to be flame retardant. Your quirk was virtually limitless if you had drawn enough blood.

“Tamaki? You’re staring pretty hard right now, did I mess up the pattern somewhere?” You pause a bit confused as you look over the piece.

Chuckling a big he shakes his head. “I just thought you looked beautiful.”

Okay now you messed up, quickly switching off the machine you felt yourself gradually melt to the floor. “What did I do to deserve someone as kind as you?”

“N-no I’m the lucky one,” he argues.

“I’m not beautiful and you know that, all these scars from trying to figure out how to use my quirk.” You laugh jokingly.

But Tamaki grabs your hands tightly. “You are beautiful, scars and all.”

You couldn’t help but smile, it was a stupid smile that one only makes when they’re drunk on love. “You’re beautiful too Tamaki. As beautiful as the moon.”

His face quickly reddens, but he did have enough sense to pick you up off the floor. Your work space was a workplace hazard in more ways than one.

“Don’t ever say your scars aren’t beautiful, without your abilities some many more people would be in danger,” he huffs, his ears burning from his embarrassment from your earlier comment.

“Mm, I’ll try.”

Bakugo

Katsuki hardly cared about his scars. He took care of his body and as long as he could do his job as a hero who cared what he looked like. But usually he’d skim over his scars when getting changed and a recent exchange made him angry seeing his scars.

You were working like usual, heroes were still plentiful but the job was safe. Your hero costume featured a mask to shield your face from others. Only he and a few trusted people ever saw your face without the mask. So during the recent publicity event when someone chastised and scolded you for your scar Katsuki had to be held back.

“It’s fine, I’m used to it,” you had said, but you still cried yourself to sleep in his arms.

It was a scar that left you permanently inhibited, taking one eye with it. After all the healing you’d gone through and everything one person’s comment could still bring you down.

“Tsuki? Are you okay?” You ask, crossing your arms.

He scoffs. “I’m fine.”

“Tomorrow is the gala right?”

“Mm.”

“Would you be mad if I said I’d rather stay home?”

Why? He didn’t want to go, you didn’t, might as well.

“Then we don’t have to go.” He shakes the wrinkles out of his shirt before folding it.

You pause. “What?”

“I didn’t stutter.”

“I never said you did, are you sure we can just-

Katsuki stops folding the clothes and faces you. “I’m tired, so are you. Plus, you need a break from your mask. Whose fucking idea was it for it to be so tight to your face? Can’t even fucking breathe properly in that damn thing.”

You blink. “Wait, do you think I’m upset about what that person said?”

He narrows his eyes.

“Katsuki, seriously? I’ve had this scar since I was like five. Sure as shit ain’t pretty, but someone who doesn’t matter to me isn’t gonna make me upset.” You laugh. “If this hadn’t happened to me I would have never learned how to feel around for water and sense things with it.”

He smirks, pulling you into a hug. “Damn right. But we’re still not going to the gala.”

“Don’t wanna wear a tie?”

He didn’t answer you.

Kaminari

When you got married to Denki the first thing he did was make you cry. Because for some reason that was shut what he did. At your wedding in front of all your friends. Were you drunk? No. Had it been a long day? Yes. But somehow it was even more memorable.

Instead of a traditional or western “wedding” you both decided a small get together for family and friends would be so much better, on the condition your parents even showed up. As you looked at the scar that you both shared across your arms you couldn’t help but giggle.

“What are you looking at bumblebee?” He asked and his voice seemed to fall. “Oh.”

For Kaminari it held a different meaning. You were always so careful, it came with the territory of being a support item creator especially with a quirk like yours. Telekinesis could be powerful and used in many different ways but you used it both as a crutch and a tool to protect yourself. So when he saw that his mistake blemished your skin he thought “I just vowed to protect her and got her hurt.”

“I feel like it’s beautiful. Luckily Yoko could heal it up,” you smile brushing your fingers on your own scar.

“I’m sorry.”

You frown. “I like this scar. It’s not the first one I’ve ever gotten but it’s ours.”

“I didn’t know that knives could split like that if the wrong pressure is placed on it.” He mumbles.

“It’ll be a good teaching moment for when this one gets older.” You coo brushing the hair from the child’s eye. “I’m sure Teru will think it’s funny how his parents share a scar. Though I think the story of how we met will top that.”

“I guess you’re right. But I’m still sorry,” Kaminari pouts.

“You have more than made up for it, my overpowered pikachu.” You grab him by the face and squeeze it a bit before kissing him.

“Do you think Teru will get scars?”

“As he gets older yeah,” you nod, looking at the baby again.

“You’re happy with me right y/n?” Denki squeezes your scarred hand with his own.

“Of course I am. Accidental exploding knife and all. I think that made our wedding more memorable for me,” you chuckle. “I feel like it was my fault.”

“No, you can’t do anything wrong.”

Shinso

You smile as you finish giving the kitten a bath. Fostering the stray cats so they could be taken care of or at least fixed was probably one of the few things you were glad your house could accommodate. Which made you think about the first time things like this happened. Trying to help a stray dog which resulted in a nasty bite as a child. But regardless you got the dog to safety. Your mom wasn’t all that happy about the bite.

“Hey puddin,” you smile as the older cat rubs against your face. “You know where to leave your gifts. Hitoshi will be coming over tonight.”

You giggle thinking about the first time you met him. Helping out at your parents' rescue center Shinso Hitoshi came in with his arms and face bleeding as the cat tried to free itself of his hold. You damn near panicked because of it. Even laughing with him as you patched him up.

“Look we match.” He joked showing his own bite mark wound.

As he walked in you held the now dry kitten, purring snatched the kitten from you and started taking care of it herself.

“Okay mama, looks like my job is done.” You roll your eyes about to wash your hands.

“Was there any trouble?” Hitoshi asks puttting the groceries down.

“No, I just thought about how I met you.” You hum.

Hitoshi thinks for a moment and nods. “Oh, well I’m glad we match. Doing stuff like this would be hard otherwise.”

You look at the scars you both bear, if not for these you might never have met your best friend.

Shoji

When you met Shoji you had never expected it to be through your quirk. The ability to walk through people’s dreams and exist in that separate space. He’s much taller than you so even if your eyes weren’t glued to the floor you wouldn’t have usually made eye contact with him. Once you spent more time with him you had wondered about the mask why he wore it, but in fear of prying you kept your questions to yourself.

You’d always lived in the city you read about the way heteromorphs were treated in rural areas so seeing it first hand through a nightmare of his. Made you hurt. People who thought they were better than others hurt innocent people, it made you angry. But as he lays in your lap sleeping after a long day of hero work you keep your tears at bay.

“Why is this coming to mind now?” You mumble.

Shoji stirs in his sleep, and you bring your hand to his hair, rubbing his head much like how he did for you when you apologized for your inability to control your own quirk. His scars weren’t what made him, and you were glad at least he could come to terms with it. But the people who cared for him— like you. Will probably always feel pain. Leaning down, you kiss him and he chuckles.

“Are you crying again?”

You sniffle trying to make your voice normal. “No.”

“It’s in the past, things are slow to go but there’s been change since we were in school.” Shoji yawns a bit before sitting up. “Aside from thinking about the past, what are you thinking?”

“How beautiful you are,” you hum, stretching up a bit you cradle his face in your free hand. “Because it takes a lot to be this beautiful.”

He kisses the inside of your hand. “Only you say things like this.”

“And you know that I mean them. Just hold me back after counting to three if anyone dares say anything.” You clock your tongue.

“Hmm, I’ll give you five seconds.”

“Truly kind indeed to couple with your beauty,” you giggle, bowing your head a bit. “I am not worthy.”

But he didn’t laugh this time, instead he pulled you into his lap and just held you there. He does take your cup away from you.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be drinking coffee after five, stardust?” He frowns at the liquid and you avert your gaze.

“It’s decaf.” You lie.

He smells the cup and puts it on the coffee table before locking you in his hold. “I believe that’s enough ‘not coffee’ for one evening.”

Leaning back on his chest and looking up at him you still smile. “While your scars come from a bad memory I hope since they’ve healed you have a million more to make the bad seem insignificant. Plus I meant it when I said you’re beautiful.”

It was his turn to hold your face in one of his hands. “I know stardust. I know.”

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