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Side note: I’m not back from my hiatus I’m just posting this because I magically managed to finish this chapter before going berserk! Yay!
Chapter 20 - Can I show you how much I love you? (18+)
Summary: You just wanted to eat breakfast. So how did you end up in the shower with your freakishly handsome boyfriend, kissing each other senseless?! And the bed?! When did you get there? What’s going on?! WHAT IS THIS SHENANIGAN?!
Warnings: Swear words, 18+!!! Contains a sex scene. (It’s mostly smut, so please, if you are not okay with that or you are under 18, skip this chapter or well… you know... 😂 Thank you!)
Also, this chapter is 7K so get some water and something to snack on!
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“Rise and shine, you drunkard.” You giggle to yourself as you look at your fluffy, absolutely adorable boyfriend who’s already frowning from the light coming in through the window.
“Hey, you wanted me to have fun, which I certainly did.” Izuku retorts sassily. You can’t help but gawk at him which only makes the green head laugh. “I’ll be fine after I take my pills. I’m not in more pain than usual, I swear.”
“Still, drinking this much in your condition…” You mutter, probably ruining the mood completely but fuck, you are so worried. It’s terrible to see such a hard working man so down, physically and mentally. You want him to be healthy and happy again, you want him to smile freely and sleep peacefully like he used to. You want to shield him from any harm, make sure nothing prolongs his current suffering but at the same time, you understand that’s he’s not a fragile human being who needs to be pampered the entire time, however, you still can’t help but want to do that.
“Sweets, I asked.” Izuku sighs. “The doctor said it’s fine. I’m fine. You are fine. Everything is fine.” He slowly strokes your cheeks until you finally relax. It takes a little bit of time, but eventually, you get there. “What do you want to do today, love?” Izuku smiles at you and it’s quite pathetic how your heart rate rises every time he’s sweet to you, even to this day. You’ve been together for long enough to get used to these touches but somehow, you just… can’t.
“Well, Katsuki, Ei, Shouto, Mirio and Tamaki went ‘monster hunting’ early in the morning. By that, I think they meant they are going to climb the big mountain. Denki is still KO so Hitoshi brought him back to their own cabin when Katsuki and the gang left for their adventures. Kyouka and Momo went down to the high street for a shopping spree. Rody went down with them to spend some time with his family. So once we clean up the bedding from the floor and… maybe we can just… chill today? In our own cabin? Try the onsen? Maybe?” Your cheeks are so flushed you are surprised Izuku haven’t commented on it yet.
“Hmm…” his cheeky hands find their way to your tummy under your shirt, slowly stroking your naked skin with a smug smirk on his face. What happened to shy Izuku?! Where is he?! Who’s this man?! “Sounds like a plan to me, Sweets.”
“If you keep doing that, we will never make it to our cabin.” You murmur into his ears with a shit-eating grin on your face. Izuku is out of the bed before you can say anything else, stuttering nonsense under his nose as he moves the so called “bedding” - a bunch of decorative pillows and massive blankets scattered on the floor - back to where they belong and he’s out of the door without a single word. You can’t help but giggle the whole way home.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” You snicker under your nose and Izuku gives you the sassiest side eye you’ve ever seen. It’s absolutely hilarious. “What?!” Oh no. You can’t stop giggling like an idiot. You really don’t need another tummy ache after yesterday’s shenanigans!
“I’m going to the onsen. Right now.” Izuku declares.
“No, not before breakfast.” You retort, standing with your hand on your hips like an angry mother.
“Oh yeah?” He comes closer, his smile bigger and bigger as you flush from his closeness. “Watch me.”
Ladies and gentleman, what happens now must be a fever dream… because Pro Hero Deku AKA Midoriya Izuku AKA Izu-Izu takes off his fucking shirt in the most attractive way possible and slowly sheds every single clothing off while you yell like a virgin with your eyes covered by your own hands.
“What the fuck, Izuku! Stop! Keep the boxers… oh my god, STOP THE VIOLENCE!” You laugh, cheekily peeking out between your fingers. “You also need to shower before going in! IZUKU LISTEN TO ME, YOU MENACE!”
“Only if you shower with me.” Izuku WINKS at you and you swear your soul just left your body for a second.
“Only if you eat breakfast.” You retort and by the surprised look on Izuku’s face, he didn’t think you’ll even consider saying yes to that question.
“You will… shower with me?” Izuku’s confidence is gone just like that, in a matter of milliseconds and you kinda feel the urge to just push him into the bathroom to prove how serious you were but you are way too hungry to even think properly right now so…
“After we had breakfast. I’m starving, Izu-Izu.”
“But… for real?”
“Well, we’ve been together for long enough to share a shower, haven’t we?” You answer with a massive blush on your face.
“I’ll re-heat the food Katsuki left for us.” Is all the answer you get before he trots away into the kitchen.
The mood… is heavy. There is just something in the air you can’t really describe, this weird tension, but not the bad kind… you don’t need to be a rocket scientist to know that today… something big will happen. It might just be the shower, seeing each other completely naked for the first time, but maybe it won’t stop there, maybe…
All the blood from your face goes somewhere else.
Calm down. Jesus Christ, woman, just calm down.
You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t even realize the that the food is already heated up and ready to eat on the small table in the kitchen. The lovely scent of Katsuki’s food makes your tummy grumble; it might be weird to eat lunch for breakfast, but you literally can’t even be bothered to comment on it; in your household, it’s quite normal to eat whatever you guys want, whenever you want it, thanks to Izuku’s inhuman shift patterns. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, afternoon snack; food is food. That’s your household’s motto.
“The food is served, my princess!” Izuku’s adorable face appears in front of you; he bows low and makes that arm movement the butlers do in those dramas in the TV. The whole scene would be quite funny if he wouldn’t be wearing one single underwear and nothing else.
Let’s just say it’s hard to laugh when you are too focused on… well… the curves. The shapes. The godly body. Those massive fucking legs which could crush your head like a watermelon without even flinching…
“The food is indeed served.” You mutter under your nose, loudly by accident and Izuku starts to laugh, tears prickling his eyes as he holds his tummy, probably trying not to throw up once again.
“Oh… my… god… Sweets… I didn’t see that coming.”
“Me neither!” You yell as you pass by your stupidly attractive boyfriend, completely avoiding eye contact because there is no way you can look at him right now with how embarrassed you are. “Put on a fucking shirt!”
Izuku laughs some more but obliges at the end.
Thank fuck.
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“If you changed your mind, that’s okay.” Izuku caresses your face as you two stand in the bathroom, still clothed. You are quite sure your face is the color of Eijirou’s hair right now. Your limbs are shaking like a leaf and you feel so much anxiety you could cry. It’s stupid, really; it’s not like it’s your first time to be naked in front of somebody, yet it really does feel like it is; Izuku is not like the others, he’ll actually look at you, look at your curves and the tiny little flaws and he’ll remember everything until the day he dies, cherish them like they are something special, because that’s who Midoriya Izuku is; the most caring, most loving partner the world has ever seen.
“I want this.” You declare confidently. “Yes.” You nod to yourself with a tiny pout on your face.
“Yes.” Izuku parrots, making the same, tiny pout then he gives you a smile that makes your insides melt right away. “You are so cute, Sweets. I love you so much.”
“Shut up and get naked!” You yell with a red face. He’s too much. This is too much. He’s too perfect. You can’t even take his teasing seriously with how much love you see in his eyes as he does it.
“Hey, you are not the only one freaking out here!” Izuku yelps awkwardly. “Turn around… please?”
His wavering voice make you look up to his face; he’s flushed and trembly as he slowly takes his shirt off, the movement full of hesitation. You really feel the urge to mention how only an hour ago, he wasn’t this shy about stripping in front of you, but you keep your thoughts to yourself.
“You can also change your mind, you know.” You finally turn around to give him some privacy.
“I’ve been waiting for this ages. There is no way in hell I’ll back out of this just because of my stupid anxiety.” Izuku grumbles, more to himself than to you. “You’ve seen me naked before. You’ve seen my scars. You know all my secrets. I have no reason for me to feel so ashamed of myself. It’s all in my head… I know I’m not ugly. That’s a lie, fuck… I know… I know you think I’m… okay. I know you won’t mind… me looking like this. Most and foremost, I know you love me for who I am and not for how I look like…” he mumbles and mumbles, not realizing you managed to get out of your clothes by the time he managed to get to his underwear. Your eyes are filled with tears from his words, you want to slap him in the face for hating himself like that and kiss him senseless out of pride for finally realizing it’s all in his head.
With that said…
“Izuku, look at me.” You appear behind your boyfriend, probably standing way too close for it to be appropriate, but you don’t care right now.
Izuku bumps right into you when he turns around; a tiny yelp leaves his mouth as your breasts bounce on his chest. “If I ever hear you calling yourself ugly I’ll pull out every single one of your leg hairs with a tweezer, one buy one, in the most painful way possible. Now turn around, finish what you are doing and see you in the shower.”
“That’s weirdly… evil.” Izuku snickers but by the look of it, you plan worked because he looks much less anxious now. You quickly go inside the shower cubicle to hide, not giving the man too much time to check you out… yet.
You can hear some rustling from outside then Izuku takes a few deep breaths and steps inside the now foggy shower and… you forget how to breathe.
Izuku looks gorgeous on a normal day, but this… is downright sinful. Izuku is stocky but not in the wrong way; you knew that already but with his underwear now gone, you can see how perfect the proportion is. He’s perfect. His shoulders are massive, but he has a nice curve to his body and there is a tiny trail of green hair leading towards his perfectly trimmed intimate area, also pine green just like his hair… then… that’s… a monster between his legs. Yup. You slowly look up and to the side to calm yourself down because that sight went straight into your core and this shower doesn’t feel that innocent anymore.
“Sweets, I… I’ll have problems down there if you keep looking this pretty, just giving you a heads up.” Izuku whines with a high pitched voice. By the time you wake up from your daze he already turned his back to you (you try your best not to stare at that gorgeous fucking ass, because hell, that thing looks like it was carved by a horny but extremely talented sculptor), probably ashamed of himself for feeling this way. You can’t help but speak up.
“If I would… have the same thing between my legs, I would have the same problem.” You admit sheepishly.
“Why are we so awkward about the stupidest things?” Izuku giggles. You want to pinch him. (His ass. You want to pinch his ass. That’s what you want to do you cheeky sod.)
“I don’t mind. I think it’s really… us, that we act this way. I wouldn’t have this any other way.”
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Say that again and I’ll forcefully kiss you.”
“Hm. That doesn’t sound that bad.”
“IZUKU!“ you yell into the small space as you hide your face in your palms like that helps anything. Your forehead ends up on Izuku’s back and he yelps helplessly; you don’t need to see his face to know he’s red all over because even the back of his neck is the color of a lobster.
“Okay, I’m done with this awkwardness.” Izuku takes a deep breath and the next moment, your back hits the wall. You can’t help, but whimper. “Sweets, you are the most perfect human being I’ve ever seen and I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages, so I’m sorry for… uhm… being a little bit too excited right now but I really want to wash your back if you… uhm…” Izuku stops in the middle of the sentence as he’s incapable to continue thanks to your mouth being on his.
You can’t help it. Just… can’t. Your body moved on its own.
Izuku is irresistible. His gorgeous muscles, the veins on his arms, the softness of his wet skin, topped up with his kind words and pretty freckles is just too much after all this time; you wanted to touch him for so long, you wanted to feel him for months which honestly, feels like decades at this point… it feels like the love is about to burst out of your chest but there are no words strong enough to satiate your soul, to make it clear enough for the other the understand the depth of your feelings and your body is not listening to you anymore; the desire has festered into something unstoppable, it clouded your mind completely until there were no thoughts there just Izuku himself, freckled cheeks and pine green hair, the broccoli…
Wait.
“If this is your way to make this less awkward… it works.” Izuku kisses you back with a newly found vehemence, scorching hot yet so careful, but you don’t kiss back anymore… you push the man away like he just burned you, because… “Y/N? What’s wrong?”
“I forgot!”
“What?”
“How did I forget about it?” You whimper, completely ashamed of yourself. “I can’t believe I was so astonished by your… uhm… that I forgot to check it out! I’m the worst!”
“I have no idea what you are talking about, is the water too hot?” Izuku blinks at you, completely lost.
“The broccoli! I forgot about your broccoli! I can’t believe this!”
Izuku… bursts out laughing. He’s folded in half, his forehead basically cushioned by your boobs, shaking like a leaf from guffawing too hard.
“You pushed me away in the middle of a heavy, naked make-out session because you wanted to see my tattoo?” He looks into your eyes with an incredulous, but fond gaze.
“It’s important to me!” You mutter under your nose and Izuku doesn’t even answer you anymore; he just moves away and pushes his hip out, showing off his tiny, adorable broccoli tattoo sitting on his hipbone. You can’t stop your fingers from reaching out, caressing the colored skin with nothing but wonder in your eyes. “It’s so cute.”
Your boyfriend looks so much leaner than he usually does - you realize as you caress his strong hipbone, your fingers cheekily running over the dip by his waist.
Damn, you’ll never ever get over his thighs. Every time you look at them you remember his photoshoot with Mirko, the one that made Izuku a fashion icon, a genderless beauty because hell, Izuku is as manly as they get but… that man in Mirko’s costume kinda made you question your own sexuality.
Maybe you are just Izuku-sexual. He could be a man, a woman, someone between the two, hell, a fucking midget and you would still be attracted to him.
“You are so beautiful, Y/N.” Izuku sighs, right next to your ears. The fire burns even stronger inside you. The feeling only gets worse when his hand travels from your waist to the side of your breast, his thumb cheekily caressing the plump, soft skin. You make the mistake of looking down out of pure embarrassment just to be face to face with the proof of how much Izuku likes what he sees.
You can’t see it, but you can feel him staring at you; you look up and you are met with two heavily lidded eyes taking in the sight from the top of your head down to your feet, over and over. There is a new shine to them now, hot and scorching and you completely melt under that loving gaze; he takes that as a permission to take it further and starts peppering kisses all over your wet neck. You can’t help but move your hand into his soft, dripping curls; you clench your hand around the strands and Izuku makes a sinful sound which goes right into your center and the next few minutes are kinda a blur; things fall from the small shelving system inside the cubicle, someone slips, someone bites, someone moans, there is a constant pressure by your belly, something hard, but also soft to the touch, there are hands on your chest, on your back, on your thighs, everywhere, really.
Your whole body is on fire and so is his; the water is way too cold, but even that can not ruin the moment you two are having.
There are no thoughts in your head, just him. Izuku Midoriya. Midoriya Izuku. Calloused fingers and the feeling of scars under your hands, hard muscle and soft skin, bouncy curls, the scent of Izuku’s shower gel, which somehow decided to appear out of nowhere (he probably took it off the shelf while you were too busy kissing him senseless and actually decided to be useful and clean you up while touching you all over), there is so much going on yet your mind is completely empty.
This is what Izuku does to you on a daily basis. He comes close and you forget who you are.
The scent of Izuku’s shower gel only sends thrill down your spine; the knowledge that for the next few hours you’ll smell like him, taste like him just ignites your body once again, the flames even stronger than before, you can’t help but touch him, first just his arms, then the tattoo on his side, the back of his neck, his collarbone, then the soft hair right on top of his member. You didn’t touch him properly but a wanton moan leaves Izuku’s mouth right as your fingers start to caress the hair down there then suddenly, Izuku gently slaps your hand away from that area.
You don’t have time to freak out about “going too far”; the next moment your back hits the wall once again, your legs somehow make their way around the man’s extremely attractive waist then he slowly moves you lower and lower until you feel something soft but sturdy right between your folds, just like the last time you two enjoyed each other’s company in the hot tub.
“Tell me to stop.” Izuku whimpers right into your ears then ends his sentence by biting down on your ear. His whole body shakes from the restraint, his palms are aggressively gripping your side and the back of your neck; Izuku is doing his fucking best to not move his hips forward, to not let him feel the pleasure of the friction because once it’s done, there is no way back for him; there is a limit to his restraint, there is a limit to how much of this can Izuku take without losing his goddamn mind…
You tear Izuku’s walls down with one single movement, with just a tiny little friction and you both moan in tandem as the pleasure creates goosebumps on your skin, but maybe, it’s just the cold water coming from the shower head; it doesn’t matter though because your answer is loud and clear and that’s all it takes for Izuku to turn off the shower with one hand and manhandle you into a towel-burrito before he takes you to the bedroom like a princess, his teeth clattering from the cold.
You should feel shy and embarrassed. You should be freaking out when Izuku drops you down on the bed and towers over you with your boobs halfway out of your towel.
You don’t feel any of that. Neither is he.
It just feels… normal. Exciting.
“Finally…” Izuku giggles with excitement sparkling in his gorgeous eyes. He pulls the cover on top of you both and takes a few deep breaths to stop the shaking of his body; he waits a few minutes in silence, just staring at your chest and face, remembering it all while your bodies get warmer under the cover and the goosebumps are finally gone. You trace the old scars on his chest and his tummy, you give them all the love you possibly can without saying a single word. The silence isn’t awkward… this silence is… precious. It’s like there’s no need for words, no need for verbal communication because everything is written all over your faces, it’s in every single caress, every single kiss, every single sigh that leaves your mouths as you touch each other in new places. Your hand can’t get away from that perfectly trimmed bush on top of Izuku’s member so you find yourself there once again, just caressing the prickly skin, enjoying the way it feels under your fingertips.
The mood is calmer now, more mature but still full of those flames from before; it’s a weird, conflicting combination but it somehow works for you two. “Sweet pea.” Izuku whimpers while his free hand fondles your boob. You can’t help but moan into the air between you two as his thumps finds your bud and starts fiddling with it. “Can I show you how much I love you?” All you can do is nod weakly, your eyes full of tears. No one ever treated you like this, like you are a goddess who deserves to be worshipped, like every caress is a gift, like your body is something worth cherishing and you feel so loved already you kinda want to tell him to not even bother anymore, but you don’t have the heart to do that after looking into his half-lidded, excited eyes.
“Please.” You smile at your boyfriend happily. He bumps your foreheads together for a few seconds and smiles right back; this moment is special, it feels like there is a red string connecting you two together, the one that’s indestructible and infinite; the strings of faith are almost visible now as Izuku leans down to connect your chests, but maybe you are just too delirious and too aroused to be able to distinguish delusion from reality.
Izuku seals the deal with the hottest kiss known to mankind and you are halfway to your orgasm already and he haven’t even touched you yet.
“Plus Ultra!” Izuku gives you one last smile before he dives under the covers, right between your legs and you scream his name as you come in less than 3 minutes. Three. Fucking. Minutes.
He just… went in and… oh my god. Midoriya Izuku, goddamn Pro Hero Deku just… he’s… really talented with his tongue. Let’s just leave it at that.
You need 5 to 7 days to get over the fact that you just received the best oral you’ve ever had and it was from your favorite pro Hero who you are ridiculously in love with.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done.” You can feel Izuku’s smile on the inside of your thighs as he starts peppering kisses all over the area. It’s so loving and so careful, so slow yet so passionate… you can’t help but feel the arousal wake up inside you once again. “I really love your legs. I always wanted to kiss them. They are so soft and your thighs are so… ahh, I wanna sleep on them. They are better than the best memory foam pillow on the market. You also taste really nice. I think I’m becoming addicted.” Izuku goes back to the “treasure” and leaves tiny kisses all over your folds, teasing the most sensitive parts with his tongue to steal another taste. You can’t help but whimper; it’s extremely sensitive now but the touch is light enough to be pleasurable even in this state.
“I also love your tummy. Having a six pack is great, but I really enjoy soft and cute things.” Izuku adds with an obsessed tone which makes you blush like a virgin. “You are the softest and cutest of them all. I love you.” Izuku leaves a trail of kisses all over your tummy until he reaches your chest; he pops your bud into his mouth and does something with his tongue that makes you see stars; it almost feels like swirling water, soft and languid. It’s extremely hard to describe the feeling without comparing Izuku’s tongue to a tentacle, which, let’s be honest, would make this fanfiction so much dirtier than it really is.
“I’m not even going to try and give these two a justice with my words.” Is all Izuku says before he takes your other bud into his mouth to give it some love. If you think this can’t get more hot, you are wrong; Izuku starts to nibble your chest gently, sucking on the soft skin without leaving a mark, his eyes downright manic as he makes sure there isn’t a single millimeter left unloved.
Needless to say, you guys will need to change the sheets after this because well… you are soaking wet. Again.
You try your best to hide this information from your boyfriend for now because while Izuku is a man on a mission, you also have your own plans and knowing how much Izuku enjoys giving, he wouldn’t let you do anything today until your “situation” is “sorted.”
“Izu-Izu.” You rake your fingers through Izuku’s hair, clenching your fist on the top of his head just to hear him moan once again. And again. And again. Hell, Izuku has the most sinful moan, high pitched and weirdly feminine; he always tries to stop himself in the middle of the sound and the way his voice falters and breaks, then goes so high in the last one second… just makes your “situation” even worse. “Let me love you too, goddamnit!” You whine and moan at the same time. Izuku stops with his shenanigans for one second and that’s all you need to finally manage to roll him over and end up in his lap. You are not going to lie, it took all of your strength to be able to do that and you are panting a little bit but it was all worth it for the sight; he is blushing like crazy and he looks so lost now that he’s not in charge. You don’t even try to stop yourself from kissing him senseless, it’s physically impossible to do so.
“I feel like I’m going to explode.” You admit between two kisses. “Fucking hell, Izuku, are you even human? Is this another quirk of yours? Are you a lust demon? How can you do stuff like that with this adorable, innocent face? How?” You complain, while Izuku giggles. “Don’t fucking giggle, I’m serious!”
“I think I have a thing for being manhandled. I’m also about to explode.” He admits sheepishly with his hand wondering down to your bottom cheekily. You take a deep breath and move down to his belly, not letting him touch your private parts because it’s your turn now to love him endlessly and you want to do it without any distractions.
“Good. Suffer with me.” You retort cheekily and Izuku giggles once more. “You have so many freckles on your chest and tummy, I love it so much. I love your freckles, have I ever told you that?” You mumble as you kiss Izuku’s hard abs. His hands wander into your hair the same way yours did and you can kinda understand why is Izuku so hot and bothered when you do that to him.
“No, you didn’t.” Izuku chokes on air.
“Well, now you know.” You answer simply. “You have the body of a god, but I like your face the most. And your hair. And how some of your scars are softer to touch than your normal skin. I love the texture. Like this one.” Your hand moves up to Izuku’s pecks, caressing the massive scar on the side of his left breast. “You are so handsome but nothing is as pretty as your soul. Izuku, you look perfect from the outside but compared to you as a person, it’s fucking nothing. If I would have a quirk I would want to be able to go inside your soul… just so I can kiss it senseless.” You make no sense. You are aware of it. No need to comment on it. How the fuck are you supposed to stay coherent in this situation?! It doesn’t feel real. It’s too fucking good to be real.
A tiny sob cuts through the tension and you emerge from the covers to look into your boyfriend’s eyes. Of course, he’s crying. “You are such a crybaby.” You smile down at him with nothing but fondness. “My little crybaby. I love you so much.” You leave a tiny kiss on his mouth.
“No one… ever… made me feel like this.” Izuku admits between two sobs. “Like I’m the best thing in the whole world. No one ever managed to actually make me believe them, but you… you make it sound like it’s possible that I’m not… a failure. I feel so loved I don’t know what to do with it.”
“Enjoy it. You deserve it. You are the best thing, at least for me.” You leave tiny kisses on your boyfriend’s neck to divert his attention.
“And you are the best thing, for me.” He retorts with a sigh. “I want to build a shrine to you and pray for your well-being every day. I want to do this every day… I want to eat and drink YOU, I want to become YOU… I want us to become one and stay like that forever, because I’m the best thing only because you are next to me. Fuck, that doesn’t make any sense and it sounded so much cooler in my head…” Izuku mutters shyly, looking at the wall due to his embarrassment.
“Let’s become one, then. We can’t stay like that forever, but… I want… uhm…” you mumble with a red face as you move one of your hands under the covers to caress his painfully hard member with one finger. Izuku almost chokes on his saliva just from this one touch. It fills you with pride.
You absolutely enjoy the way Izuku is writhing under you, his face contorted by the pleasure while your hand moves on his member up and down, slow but steady. He doesn’t let you enjoy the game for too long; one second you are in charge then the next your back hits the soft bed once again and Izuku’s finger finds his way to his folds, slowly easing the first finger inside, followed by the second almost immediately.
“Sweets… you really like me this much?” Izuku moves his fingers around your folds to feel the wetness around the area. You can’t help but look away shyly, completely embarrassed from being so excited. Your plan failed. Goddamnit.
“Sorry…”
“What? No! Don’t be!” Izuku freaks out for a split second. “I’m just… really happy. I loose my confidence in bed really quickly but you make it so easy for me. Your whole body speaks to me, it tells me it’s okay, that this is good for you and I’m so thankful.” Izuku slowly eases the third finger in; a quiet whimper leaves your mouth as he starts scissoring inside to make this as easy for you as possible. “I’ll make sure to thank you by being the best partner now and forever. Sweets… Y/N… can I…”
“Fucks sake, Izu, yes. You can do whatever you want. I’m yours and you are mine. That’s all I need to know.”
“Okay.” Izuku nods, clearly spiraling a little bit. “Yeah, uhm, I’m gonna get the… stuff. Just stay here.”
“Damn, I was about to run out for some coffee.” You add jokingly, but Izuku is on a mission and he can’t understand sarcasm…
“I’ll get you some coffee from the kitchen, then!”
You start laughing like a maniac.
“Oh my god, I was joking, you silly. Hurry up!”
“Oh… I’m an idiot.” Izuku takes the box of condoms out of his backpack. You will make sure to ask him later about the fact that he had some with him… Cheeky little fuck.
You also try your best to not stare at that perfect butt. Damn, you are eating well today!
He has a few stretch marks on his back, but it’s only visible when you look really closely; which you do because you can’t help yourself, even though you literally just said that you won’t.
“Yeah, but you are my idiot. Now get back here and love me.” You continue to stare at that perfect peach, but Izuku turns around and you look away swiftly because the front is just as delicious as the back and you honestly don’t think you can take more of this right now. It’s quite comical how the color of his broccoli tattoo is the same as his hair down there; its a little bit sad how you’ll never be able to boast on your “Deku lovers” group chat about it. They would probably laugh in your face anyway, thinking you are a liar because there is no way the perfect pro hero Deku has a silly little broccoli tattoo.
“Okay.” Izuku grins with a flushed face and barges back into the bed, right into your arms.
He starts peppering kisses all over your neck, giggling happily like a schoolboy, then moves back to your face to leave another scorching hot kiss on your mouth while his hand slowly wonders down to your intimate areas to make sure you are ready for the “good stuff.”
It takes all your self-restraint to not come from the sight on top of you; Izuku’s hair is disheveled and he looks so fucking out of it that you would think he’s being touched himself, but your hands are in his hair and you feel no friction anywhere on your body which means he just… enjoys pleasing you so much it makes him look like he’s five seconds from coming. His fingers stop moving and he slowly retracts them, leaving you empty and sad for a split of a second but then he puts the condom package into his mouth and tears it open while keeping eye contact with you the whole time and you swear you see stars. Izuku is just too much. Too hot and too dirty but also so innocent and loving, it just doesn’t make sense, really… but…
“Are you ready, Sweets? Tell me if it hurts, okay? Promise me.” He looks at you worriedly and your heart just melts inside your chest and becomes nothing but a big lump of goo.
“I promise… OH MY GOD.” You almost yell as you feel the first few centimeters inside you. Izuku bites his lips once and takes a few deep breath, not moving, just waiting for you to get used to the sting, to the almost foreign sensation because damn, the man isn’t small and it has been ages you’ve been in this situation with anyone. “I’m fine, I’m fine, keep going, Izu.” You try to reassure him as best as you can. It starts to feel really good down there even though he’s not even halfway in.
He slowly moves further and the sting is back but it’s not as bad as it was before; it really quickly turns into an intoxicatingly amazing sensation that makes your whole body tremble and Izuku drops his face on your chest, his whole body shaking like a leaf.
“Relax or I’ll really embarrass myself. Please. You feel too good. Why didn’t we do this sooner?” He mutters into your breasts and if you wouldn’t be so aroused you would have laughed in his face for being so cute, but…
“You can move. Please. Move.” You stutter as a sudden wave of pleasure hits you just right. Izuku doesn’t say anything just moves back to his original position and slides out a bit and then back again and you are so happy everyone is out and about because you are quite sure the whole neighborhood just heard you moan. “Izu…”
“I think I’m going to cry again, but it’s happy tears.” Izuku admits sheepishly while he starts a slow but steady pace. His moans are quiet and his voice breaks quite frequently but there is something about it that makes you tremble in pleasure; probably the fact that you are the reason he sounds like that, deep but also squeaky, you are the reason his face is flushed from all the bliss… you feel so lucky to be able to experience this, to feel all this love, to be the reason for Izuku’s happy tears; you are so thankful for taking that big leap of faith by moving in with a stranger all those months ago.
“I love… love you. Izu. Izuku.” You stutter as Izuku’s pace picks up and you are absolutely incapable to think from this point; you both moan each other’s name in tandem as you chase your orgasms, Izuku clearly tries his best to keep his focus on you, to listen to where and how it feels the best and slowly but surely that pleasant feeling starts to build up with every thrust Izuku delivers to the right spot; Izuku’s arms start to tremble and it makes you stop for a second; this shaking doesn’t seem to be from the pleasure and Izuku looks a little bit stressed as you look into his eyes so you put your hand on his chest, silently asking for him to stop.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Izuku starts to apologize but you are not having any of that.
“Lay down.” You command kindly. Izuku looks utterly confused for a second but he does it anyway. You don’t give him a single warning before you sit in his lap with your hands perched on his naked, beautifully sculpted chest and slowly ease yourself back down on his length. Izuku’s face contorts in utter pleasure, now that his arms are not hurting anymore and you pat yourself on the back inside your little mind palace for realizing something is wrong even while your mind was clouded by all the new sensations. “Good boy.” You caress Izuku’s muscly chest. Izuku moans loudly and moves his hip upwards, finding that special point once again, even in this new position.
Izuku looks ethereal from this point of view; his hair is splayed out on the white pillow, no curly strand the same as the other, his face is flushed and his eyes are sparkling like a rare gemstone, gaze full of love and lust and by that look on his face, he doesn’t mind this position either; every single movement makes his face scrunch up, his moans becoming hiccups and silent pleas to keep doing what you are doing, just like that, and it barely takes 10 more minutes for you two to feel the coil inside your tummy snap, Izuku doing the same a few more thrusts later.
You’ve never come this hard before. Your body shakes violently and you barely keep yourself up right while Izuku moves his hips up and down really slowly to prolong this amazing feeling, tears prickle your eyes from the pleasure, and once the feeling is gone you collapse on Izuku’s chest; you didn’t realize how much you strained your legs by doing this until you came down from your high, but when it it hit, you couldn’t help but whimper, this time, from the pain.
There are some other parts of your body that feel a tiny bit funny right after you two separate with a whimper, but honestly, you’ve seen that coming.
“I’ve never done this this way.” Izuku admits shyly.
“Never?” You look up at your boyfriend as you slowly move to his side; you need to lay down properly for a second. Everything is spinning.
“No. It was always… me doing everything. I want to do this again. And again. And again.”
“I’ll need to hit the gym then.” You giggle to yourself and seeing your boyfriend’s confused face, he doesn’t really understand the problem. “Izuku, this position… needs a lot of leg muscles. I don’t have any. I’m quite sure I pulled at least one muscle in both of my legs.”
“I’m more than happy to help you with that!” Izuku sits up excitedly. You give him a side eye. “Not like that, you silly! Actual training! And that, too, of course, but only if you want to do it again. I’m okay with anything until it’s you.”
You want to put this man on a plate and eat him. How can he be so sweet?!
“I love you, you weirdo.” You giggle into his hair then you leave a tiny kiss on his neck as a silent thank you.
“I love you too, Sweets. Let’s have a few minutes of rest then let’s go to the onsen.”
“Oh my god, the onsen sounds magical right now.” You sigh, utterly pleased. “Izu?”
“Hm?”
“Are you happy?”
“I’m the happiest fucking freak in the whole wide world, Sweets.” He smiles. “Are you happy?”
“I think I’m high on happiness.” You pant, exhausted.
“Good. Me too.”
… to be continued!
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Potato ramble:
- I can’t believe this finally happened! Honestly, I’m not a big fan of writing these kind of things but even I was excited about this to finally happen because the tension was absolutely ridiculous! 😂 Not gonna lie, I have many other ideas about what this version of Izuku likes but I probably won’t be able to use them as they would be too dirty for this otherwise innocent story. 😂 I love these two so much, they are so perfect for each other!
- I hope you guys are okay. Sorry for not responding to your lovely comments, I read them all and I send you all hugs! I hope I will see you soon but to be honest with you, I don’t think it will be sooner than 4 weeks, maybe more if shit goes south in my life.
- There will be changes to my uploads when I come back, I’ll leave a note for you guys once we get to it. I might need you to answer some questions too, because I have no idea what to do 😂
- Random personal ramble: so funny story about my recent life; I went home to my home country to see my mom and I told her about how much I want an airfryer but I don’t really have space for it nor money to spare. I didn’t know she actually owns one so I got really excited when I saw it! A day after I came back to England there was an Amazon order on my doorstep that I didn’t order. Guys, my mom went on Amazon and bought me an airfryer. I’ve been making cakes and baked apples every day since. Get an air fryer if you can. It’s amazing. Thank you for listening. 😂
Here’s a quick, delish recipe for you: get some apples, cut them in half, get rid of the stem, put a bunch of Nutella in it then sprinkle cinnamon on top (or pour half of the bottle on it like I do. Lol). Bake it for 40 mins on 160C. You are welcome. (You can also use dark chocolate instead of Nutella if you wanna make it healthier. You can also hide a walnut inside. Omnomnom.
- I’ll shut up now. Tell me your thoughts!
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There is a reality show where pro heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there.
It was juicy gossip and pure drama. There are two groups separated from one another. Shit hit the fan.
An episode goes on air to end up trending on social media. The top searches were…
Pro Hero [Blank] is the high school bully.
Deku’s quirkless wife beating up Pro Hero [Blank]
Pro Hero Deku’s wife being a bad bitch moments collaboration
#thegirlsarefighting #season2ofproheroesspouses
There were multiple clips of Deku’s wife swinging punches at Pro hero [Blank] ruthlessly. Clips of Pro Hero [Blank] swinging at Deku’s wife first.
There was fan edits of Deku’s wife featuring clips when they are enjoying their time in the show to clip of their pissed off face.
The number one thing trending was Dekus wife on Twitter and Tiktok.
Meanwhile, Deku is demanding to talk to his wife, through the assistants of the show.
He was watching the show with his friends by dropping his drink at the sight of his wife sweeping the floor of their high school bully on national television.
Apparently, the fight happened a week before, but his wife was already doing alright and got medical attention.
Overall, he was proud of them. He may or may not smile at hearing the damage they had caused to Pro Hero [Blank].
Pro Hero Dynamight Edition
Pro Hero Shoto Edition
Pro Hero Red Riot Edition
Pro Hero Eraserhead Edition
Pro Hero Hellfire (Touya) Edition
Pro Hero Mindjack Edition
Reality Show: Unmasked Pro Heroes
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“ARE YOU STUPID?”
When Deku saw you walking into his hospital room he wasn’t expecting you to be shouting at him about his lack of intelligence.
Before he could even form a response you were grabbing onto his face, inspecting every inch. “Like what the hell were you thinking”, you mumbled as you continued to check for any visible injuries.
“I was thinking I was doing my job”, he retorted, his cheeks squished in between your fingers.
Dropping his face you gave him a look, “you unnecessarily put yourself in danger today don’t even”,
Leaning his head back he sighed,“You sound like my mom”, as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them, wished he could throw them right back where they came from.
“If being someone who loves you and cares about your well-being equates to sounding like your mom then so be it”, walking over to the wall you grabbed his chart, reading over his injuries.
“I don’t think your supposed to have that”
“Oh my god you fractured a rib?” Eyes widening you looked at him before continuing to read the chart. “Shit babe I think you’re gonna be home for a while”
“I’ll just go see recovery girl I’ll be fine”, before you could argue with his statement he rushed out “and I’ve broken a rib before, it honestly sounds worse than it is I’m okay”
“Izuku”, crossing your arms you looked at him like you wanted to argue but decided against it since he was in the hospital. Instead you crawled up in the bed next to you, being careful not to brush up against him too much.
“Thank you for being here”, he said softly, reaching out for your hand.
Looking at him you playfully rolled your eyes “of course I’d be here, couldn’t have you convincing the doctors to let you go back on patrol today”
Chuckling he nudged your shoulder with his, “nah, I’ll give it a day”
“You know you should at least be out for three or four”, leaning your head on his shoulder you rubbed his thigh, taking a moment to thank whatever greater power was responsible for letting him see another day.
“People need me”, leaning his head down he kissed your forehead, giving you a small smile.
“You know I do too”, you said softly, looking at him
“You have me”, he replied, like it was that simple.
“I know I’m just saying you gotta remember that. That I need you to come home to me”,
His face softened, leaning forward he pressed his lips to yours, gently reassuring you. “And I’ll keep coming home, okay?”,
Nodding you gave him a small smile, “okay”
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a little while before you spoke up, “I called your mom and told her what happened. She’s on her way”
Looking at you his jaw dropped, “oh you’re evil”
Giving him an innocent smile you leaned over kissing his cheek, “don’t put yourself in bad situations and I won’t have to call in the big guns”
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Izuku Midoriya as an (s/o)...
In UA ( support course reader)
Would try pick you up and walk you to class as best as he could.
Sit with you at lunch, away from everyone else, once in a while.
Treasure the little get well soon things you'd get him when he broke something again.( his poor bones)
Would rescue you ( even at the risk of expulsion) from the villains if they kidnap you.( your dating the protagonist of course they would)
As a pro ( professional support reader)
Will make time for you
Celebrate your anniversaries in a really grand but private way
'I love you' in texts, letters and as a conversation stater.
Will ask you to marry him once he is established as no. 1. ( mama Midoriya will be crying in the background)
Reblogs and likes are encouraging, thank you for reading.
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Long Distance.
Izuku Midoriya x Reader
WORD COUNT: 1608 words
NOTE: Yes, the continuation of “One Last Time” is being written. This is just an old draft I finished up while writing the second part of it.
This will likely have a second part if you guys want one. Enjoy. :)
TW: Reader is in America for an internship Midoriya is in Japan, mentions of cuts & bruises & broken bones, mention of being heroes, Izuku and the reader are dating since they were in UA, homesickness, mentions of Bakugou, everyone in Class 1A missing the reader, reader sleeping and waking up from slumber, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of worrying over reader, no specified gender for reader
“I wish you could see yourself like the rest of the world does.”
His tone is so soft, the pitch so low that the quiet affirmation barely reaches your ears. You teeter on the edge of slipping into a peaceful slumber, mind lulled to sleep by Izuku’s familiar and comforting rambling.
It reminds you of the nights you spent as heroes in training cuddled up to each other, talking aimlessly about the futures ahead of you. Both of you had been so buoyant and youthful, filled with life and freedom; it had felt as if you carry the world on your shoulders if you truly desired to.
That energizing passion and life that once burned brighter than the stars above is one you miss.
After you had become a hero and moved away to America for your final internship, it felt like that unfaltering blaze had been blown away, its embers lost in the darkness of midnight. The harsh reality of the world had finally settled— the Earth had chosen you as a subject to its excruciatingly relentless torture.
Everyday, you returned to your tiny apartment with massive splotches of purple and blue decorating your skin, deep and shallow cuts, and even broken bones if a pesky villain had gotten the upper hand against you. The cost of living was rather extreme; especially for such a compact and small apartment in an area where crime rates were fairly high and the smog clouded the once resplendent sapphire sky. The streets were packed with obnoxiously loud cars, rude drivers, nosy neighbors, and creatures that stomped on all greenery planted for the purpose of decoration or environmental reasons. However, the sidewalks were empty; nothing was in walking vicinity. All had to be done through some form of vehicle transportation, whether that be with trains, cars, motorcycles, or bikes.
You miss when you could walk down to your local grocery market to shop for household essentials. You miss the familiarity of Japan, the common sight of children, teens, and adults alike congregated in the wide streets traveling to their home, workplaces, or to the store. You miss the smell of sizzling street food in the air, the aromatic fragrance of decedent meals coaxing you to hand local shops wads of bills to taste the divinity of such meals. You miss walking hand in hand with your friends down the streets of Japan, giggling and chattering about the mundane parts of life and school.
Being homesick is a feeling you never expected to wash over you so gradually; it was one that you predicted to never even occur.
When you first left for America, waving at your family and friends, pure elation and butterflies streamed through your bloodstream, mind high off of adrenaline and the promise of a new land piled with opportunities and refreshing experiences. Not a sliver of doubt could be traced, only determination and naivety.
The things you would do to go back to Japan were unfathomable.
“We all miss you, even Kacchan does. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he always pays attention when your name is mentioned.”
The fuzziness of sleep plaguing your system slowly drains away, the once slowed beating of your heart picking up to a steady thrum. It wasn’t peculiar to hear Midoriya mention your former classmates or family and their welfare. Yet, he always abstained from explaining how they felt about your relocation; instead, he would inform you that they all missed you and couldn’t wait for you to return from America.
But to hear Bakugou specifically had been missing you? That was quite odd.
Throughout the entirety of the years you spent alongside Bakugou, he had never particularly paid attention to you. The minimal interactions between you both stemmed from academic assignments, group sparing sessions, or the basic verbal exchange in the common room for common essentials. You didn’t know him like Kirishima or Midoriya did— nor like the rest of his friend group did.
Alas, it appeared that long-term separation affects a person more than anyone gives it credit for.
“When I watch you on TV, (Name), I can’t help but get worried about whether or not you’ll be okay. It scares me to know I can’t protect you from villains like I could before. The possibility that I have to watch you die in front of my eyes through a screen is one that haunts me.”
Izuku had always been an honest and expressive man to you. He always communicated with you about his concerns, worries, and allowed you to voice yours.
This, however, was something you had never heard.
“I know how hard you are on yourself. I know that you push yourself to point that even when you have nothing left to give, you still find something to give.”
His voice cracks as he pours his heart out to you supposed sleeping self, the ends of his words becoming fainter and fainter in a poor attempt to disguise the likely tears that are forming in his jade eyes. Whenever Izuku cried while talking, a distinct trembling, a change in stability of his tone was audible to the ears. Even after all this time of being apart, you can still recognize his cues.
Though, Izuku had been right. As of late, you had been working yourself down to the bone; whenever you reached that breaking point, you merely ignored the reality and continued to stretch yourself thinner and thinner even when your body screamed against it. You had always been the type to do so, especially in your younger years.
Bad habits die hard.
“And I know as heroes it doesn’t seem like it, but we have a long life to live. Together.”
A shaky intake of breath is heard through the phone. He lets out a broken sigh.
“I love you, (Name). I love you a lot. And I know because of our distance and different time zones, you don’t hear it enough. But it’s true. I really do love you.”
It’s a tired confession, but it holds all the meaning and love that Izuku Midoriya possessed in his entire body for you. A faint warmth blossoms in your face and you clutch at your pillow in anticipation, unsure of what words would fall from his mouth next. The erratic pounding of your heart against your ribcage sends your face deeper into the cushioning of your pillow.
“I . . . ” he rustles on the other side and a few sniffles are heard. “I just can’t wait for you to come home. None of us can. So please come home soon, (Name).”
In your mind, you’re aware Izuku is reaching to close the line connecting you both. But you don’t want that.
Not now, not ever.
“Sleep well, (Name).”
“Izuku?” you call out tentatively.
But you’re too late.
There’s a beep that signals the call has ended and you’re left alone in the darkness with your thoughts.
Did he even hear you?
You wish you knew.
You really, really did.
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CHICAGO
prohero!izuku x fem!reader
implied/mentioned nsfw, 18+!!
insp by chicago by michael jackson
wc: 3.5k
this took me FOREVER to finish writing and idek if i like it anymore sigh, the ending kinda sucks so pls bare w me
[part two]
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he hadn’t expected to meet you the way he did. or for things to go as far as they did.
you both happened to be on the same flight back to japan, him in the window seat and you in the aisle.
“is anyone sitting here?” you gestured to the empty spot between the two of you, hoping to set your bag down there.
“it’s mine, i always buy two seats when i fly. you can use it if you want.”
with his massive build and broad shoulders, you could see why he felt the need to buy two. the spray of freckles across his face shifted as he smiled sweetly.
why does he look so familiar?
“you just passing through japan, or?”
“going home, actually.”
“me too!”
the pilot begins to speak overhead as the flight attends begin the safety demonstration, making both of you go silent.
the plane lurches forward, making it’s way down the runway to take off.
“i’m izuku.”
“(f/n), nice to meet you.” he seemed sweet enough, but you rarely told people your real name. your job as a private investigator had made you hyper-aware of how dangerous even the most unsuspecting person could be.
“so, what was it that brought you out of japan?” he gulps as you cross one of your legs over the other, trying his best not to stare.
“i took a contract with some pro heroes overseas, but it’s over with now. what about you?”
pro hero?
holy shit
japan’s number-one hero was staring at you like a lovesick puppy.
“what do you do for work?”
“i’m a private investigator.”
“so you could dig up dirt on me, if you wanted to?”
“depends. got anything to hide?” you give him a sultry grin as you slightly lean forward, shamelessly switching your gaze from his bright eyes down to his lips.
dear god
the six hour flight flew by with you two making conversation, izuku almost growing sad when it was over. he learned that you were single (miraculously), had two kids and were trying to work through some issues with their father, and that he was insanely comfortable talking to you already.
he hesitated as the plane landed, mind racing as everyone around the two of you began to pull their bags from overhead compartments.
“this might seem forward but, could i call you sometime?”
the small nod you give him makes his stomach drop, fighting the urge to smile so hard his cheeks hurt when you began to scribble on a napkin from the meal earlier in the flight.
“i dont keep a personal phone, with work and all. if you text that number, just make it seem like you’re a client.”
“o-okay.” he curses himself internally for his stuttering habit coming back, amazed that you were able to spike his nerves the way you did.
“i hope i see you again, izuku. be safe out there.” you give him a wink before you disappear down the aisle, leaving him staring at your silhouette longingly.
“mommy!” you grin as you open the door to your house, your lavender haired daughters both sprinting towards you.
“hi pretty girls.” you smile warmly as you kneel to hug them both, their never-ending excitement to see you tugging your heartstrings.
you stand after a few minutes, your husband’s tired eyes meeting yours.
“hi ’toshi.”
“hey.” you frown as he gives you a half-hearted hug with one arm, noticing how he dodged your face to make you kiss his cheek rather than his lips.
you let out a sigh as he grabs his keys, hero costume on.
“i’ll be back tonight.”
“alright. be safe, love you.”
he closes the door before you finish your sentence, making your shoulders drop. if he replied, he hadn’t said it loud enough for you to hear him.
i guess being away didn’t make him miss me after all.
“mommy, what’s the matter with dad?”
“he’s just tired baby.”
a bittersweet feeling rises in your chest as your daughters run back to their rooms, ignorant to the depth of the issues between you and their father.
you go into work a few days with puffy eyes from a screaming match with hitoshi the night before, thankful that your office space isn’t shared with anyone else.
a notification from an unknown number flashes across the screen of your work phone, making your face twist in confusion.
unknown, today 8:24 am
could i book an appointment at your next availability please?
your mind goes blank for a second, before you break out into a grin.
izuku.
fortunately i have availability later today
i’ll pencil you in for my 3:00 opening
the tasks of your workday begin to pile up, phone calls from other clients distracting you and before you know it, hours have passed. a knock on your office door startles you, before you hear his voice.
“hi, uhm, is this the right office? for the three o’clock appointment?”
you try to force away the blush creeping up your cheeks, suddenly extremely self-conscious about your choice in clothes for work that day. you were almost sure he’d forget about you, or not take your offer seriously. that was part of the reason why you’d lied about not having a personal phone, and why you were so bold towards him. and even when he texted; he was literally the top hero in japan, why would he have time for you?
but there he stood in your office doorway, black t-shirt straining against his biceps and towering over you.
“hi.”
“hey.” he gives you a nervous smile as you gesture for him to come in, closing the door behind him.
after some initial awkward conversation, you’re amazed at how easy he is to talk to. he leans on his forearms onto your desk, giving you a better view of the constellation of freckles and scars surrounding his bright eyes.
“digging up anything exciting today?”
“nah, just run of the mill stuff.”
“c’mon, you have a cool job like this and you’re telling me there’s nothing crazy going on?” you’re taken aback by his genuine interest, not having spoken to anyone about your workday in months.
“well, there is this one case…”
before you know it, you’d ranted for almost an hour, sharing as many details as you can without violating the privacy of your contract, izuku listening intently and chiming in every so often.
“i’m so sorry, i didn't mean to talk you to death.”
“don’t be sorry, i’m really enjoying listening.”
something about his dialect and body language left no room for you to doubt; he really was holding on to your every word. he notices a framed photo on your desk, grinning at the picture of your girls.
“your daughters?”
“yea.” your stomach drops, thankful that you’d rearranged recently, and that the framed picture of you and hitoshi was no longer displayed by your computer monitor. when you noticed his wedding ring sitting on his nightstand rather than his finger, you took it upon yourself to change a few things too.
“they’re adorable.” he slightly cocks up an eyebrow, their wild lavender hair strikingly familiar.
“i feel bad being here so much, instead of being at home with them.”
“i’m sure they’ll understand. you’ve gotta do what you have to to take care of them, right?”
“i do, i just wish i could do that and spend more time with them.”
“you’re doing the best you can, that’s all you can do.”
“you’re right. it’s just so difficult, especially when i don’t get much help from their dad, and my family lives out of the country. i’m starting to think they might like their nanny more than me.” your last sentence makes both of you chuckle, but you don’t miss the concerned look in his eyes.
nothing you were saying was necessarily a lie; hitoshi had been acting like he was married to his job instead of you, and your family really did live out of the country. you just opted to not mention that your kid’s father was also your (very estranged) husband.
“with you being there for them, i bet you three can get through anything.” he cautiously grabs your hand across your desk, heat rising in his chest when you gently squeeze his palm.
soon enough he had to go back to his agency to fill out paperwork, to both of your dismay.
“it was really nice to see you again, (f/n).”
your breath catches upon hearing the fake name you told him, watching his smile slightly drop in confusion.
“izuku, i’m sorry, my name is (y/n). i give almost everyone a fake name the first time i meet them.”
he has an unreadable expression on his face for a moment before his smile returns, no trace of animosity to be found.
“that’s understandable. with your line of work, im sure there’s lots of weirdos you have to steer clear of.”
he pulls you in for a hug before he goes, his secure embrace nearly melting you on the spot.
“i’ll see you soon, (y/n).” he leaned down to speak close to your ear, such a simple gesture being wildly attractive coming from him.
after he leaves your office you have to take a few breaths to refocus, trying to be sure what just happened was real.
“dude, you’ve been smiling like an idiot all morning. what’d you get laid or something?” denki nudged izuku as they walked into the hero conference the next morning, making him roll his eyes.
“i can’t be in a good mood?”
“that’s not just a ‘good mood’ look, i’m not stupid.”
some of the top heros were meeting with the commissioner that morning, to be briefed on a new assignment that would be pretty widespread among the pro-heros in the city.
“you’re up early. don’t you usually work at night?” you frown as you’re met with hitoshi adjusting his modulator in the kitchen, an unusual sight for the morning.
“we’re getting briefed on some big assignment with some of the top pros, i’ve gotta be at this meeting early.” your stomach drops at his words, instantly thinking of izuku.
hitoshi double-takes, chuckling at the sight of your tired eyes and bedhead. he rarely got to see you in the mornings anymore, and it was a view he didn’t realize how much he’d missed.
“i’ll be back late, i’ve got some stuff to do at the agency after this meeting.” you nod, nearly jumping in surprise as he ruffles your already wild hair, kissing one of your temples.
“have a good day, love you.”
you stare at the front door absolutely dumbfounded, wondering if you were dreaming. that was the first time in months he had not only not dodged your advances, but made the first move to be affectionate towards you.
you shake off the thought as you dress for work, your daughter’s nanny showing up shortly before you leave.
your mind races as you sit down to check your morning emails, particularly towards a green-haired pro-hero.
“hitoshi?”
“izuku?”
“what’s up?! long time no see, how have you been?”
“you know, the usual graveyard shift stuff. how about you, big shot? you’ve been tearing up the charts lately.”
izuku grinned as him and shinso caught up before the meeting began, happy to see his friend again after so long. since shinso did more underground hero work and izuku was constantly working on bigger cases, on top of his overseas case, he’d barely seen any of his friends lately.
it was another two weeks before you saw him again, and you were giddy with excitement the next time he came through your door. hitoshi’s new assignment had him busier than ever, making you go a few days in a row without seeing him sometimes.
“izuku!”
“hi!!” you giggle in surprise as he hugs you tightly, slightly lifting you off the ground. you were in such a rush to open the door for him that you barely hear plastic crinkle at your side. as he sets you down, you see an elaborate bouquet of flowers in his hand, making heat rise in your cheeks.
“i thought you might like the purple, to remind you of your girls.” you freeze for a moment at the connection he made, his consideration nearly making your eyes well.
if only he knew who else purple reminded me of.
“izuku, these are beautiful.”
“i’m so glad you like them.” he breaks into a wide grin, noticing you double taking at his face.
“what happened here?” almost instinctively, you gently cup your hand onto the side of his face, noticing a new wound below one of his eyes.
“o-oh, it’s nothing, just typical work stuff. it’s not major, i promise.” the new touch lights fire under his skin, relishing in how soft your hands are.
he stays in your office for another few hours, conversation flowing easily again and updating each other on your lives. you’re both speaking animatedly with lots of hand gestures, resulting in your fingers brushing each other repeatedly. eventually, he just grabs one of your hands and toys with your fingers as he talks, the size difference in your hands being almost comical.
his phone rings, groaning as he sees who’s name is on the screen.
“hello- okay don’t raise your voice at me asshole. yes, yes, alright i’ll be back soon. boy, shut the hell up.”
“work?” you let out a chuckle, recognizing dynamight’s yell on the other end of the phone.
“unfortunately. i’ve gotta go, but i’ll see you again soon.”
he wraps you in a hug, making your breath hitch when he quickly kisses the top of your hair.
“bye, (y/n).” he flashes his signature grin as he closes your office door, leaving you smiling like an idiot.
“good day at work?”
“what makes you say that, mai?” your nanny smiles as she hands one of your daughters a snack, before she hurries back into her room with her sister.
“you’re glowing.”
“yea, something like that.” your cheeks heat as you set your purse down, your thoughts running in the direction of your new muse.
“it’s nice to see you smile again, (y/n). whatever’s going on, i hope it keeps up.”
your eyes go wide at her words, stopping in your tracks.
was it that obvious how much you were struggling ?
“midoriya’s got a girlfriend.”
mina nearly chokes on her water, staring at izuku expectantly
“do i now?”
“there’s no way anyone would ever wanna date your nerdy ass.”
“like you haven’t wanted to since we were kids?” izuku’s comment makes the group laugh, but mina doesn’t miss the way his eyes sparkle, looking off into space with a goofy smile.
izuku found himself in your office at least once a week, looking forward to those meetings more than anything. he wanted so bad to see you somewhere other than your office, but his status made it almost impossible for him to even think about going anywhere without paparazzi pouncing on him. the only reason you two’s office meet ups weren’t suspected by anyone was because it was completely normal for the pro heroes to work with investigators on all the different cases circulating the city.
but he was fed up with only seeing you in your office. so a few months into seeing him, you found yourself checking into a local hotel under a fake name, to preserve the secrecy of his identity.
you gently knock on the door to the room, gasping as izuku barely opens the door and pulls you in, quickly closing it behind you.
he looks you up and down, still processing the fact that you’re really standing in front of him.
“hi.” he grins widely, his voice barely audible.
“why are you whispering?” you giggle as you match his volume, cradling his face as you step towards him.
“i don’t know.” this makes both of you break into full blown laughter, giddy at the interaction.
there’s comfortable silence for a few moments, izuku’s eyes glittering as he analyzes all the details of your face up close. you feel like you’re shrinking under his gaze, his attentiveness and excitement to just be in your presence feeling so foreign.
“you’re so pretty.”
maybe it’s the sincerity in his voice, or the stability you feel from his large hands holding your waist, or the excitement of his green eyes dancing all over your facial features. something about such a simple statement tips you over the edge, pulling him against you before you can think twice.
he gasps when your lips meet his, freezing for only a second before lifting you off the ground easily, wrapping your legs around his waist as he makes his way towards the bed in the room.
he’s kissing you
izuku is kissing you
you are kissing izuku
his mind is racing as he sits down, sitting you atop his lap and never disconnecting from you. he’d daydreamed about this more times than he could count.
izuku was observant, that was no secret. and as you two fell into rhythm with each other, you realized just how observant of you he was. his hands worked against your body like the movement was natural, confident as his fingers traced every curve of your frame.
guilt washed over you as he began to pepper kisses down your neck, momentarily second guessing your actions.
he slips his hand under your shirt, rubbing up and down your back as he kisses you.
“you have… no idea… how long i’ve wanted… to do this.” he nearly whimpers, kissing along your jawline before meeting your lips again. something about the desperation, the gratitude in his tone, made all your doubt wash away.
he pulls your shirt over your head, eyes catching on the intricate tattoo on your ribs, trailing down your side.
you’re on your way home a few hours later, feeling like you’re walking on clouds. but as you pull into your driveway and pull your keys from the ignition of your car, everything in you deflates.
what the hell am i doing?
“so, i met someone.”
“i knew it!” denki nearly launches off of his chair, making shinso groan.
izuku grinned at kaminari’s excitement, his friends all looking expectantly to hear about his new muse.
“how’d you meet?”
“we ended up sitting next to each other on my flight back from the US. i asked for her number when we landed, and it just kind of took off from there.”
“you look like you’re about to start kicking your feet like a damn schoolgirl.” bakugou scoffs.
“wait, i wanna hear more!! details, izu. is she hot? what’s she do? do we know her?” mina leans forward onto her elbows, eyes glittering.
“i don’t think you guys know her. she’s a PI, she keeps her life pretty secret.”
“sounds just like (y/n). she’s a PI too, most people don’t even know she exists.” shinso chuckles fondly, taking a sip of his beer.
“yea, sh- wait, what?”
“oh shit, you were overseas when we got married. my wife, (y/n), is a PI.”
shinso cocks up an eyebrow as izuku’s face pales.
“what’s the matter midoriya?” kirishima looks curiously between the two.
izuku sighs heavily, quickly putting the pieces together.
“dragon tattoo?” he gestures to his ribs.
“yea, how do y-“ shinso cuts off his own sentence, knuckles tingling when he realizes what izuku is insinuating.
“aw shit.” kaminari is the first to break the silence, the tension thick between the group.
“nice going, nerd.”
“you’re married?”
“you’re fucking my wife?!”
“neither of you even wear a wedding ring, how was i supposed to-“ izuku stops as shinso storms up to him, gripping the collar of his shirt.
“hitoshi, hold o-“
“sit the fuck down.” he barks, effectively making kirishima and kaminari return to their seats.
as bad as he wanted to swing, he knew izuku would destroy him in a physical fight. thankfully, he had other ideas.
“how long?” he growls
“shinso-“
“how long have you been fucking my wife, midoriya?”
izuku feels his mind cloud, shinso’s quirk making his body go slack.
“a few months.”
“did she tell you she was married?”
“no.”
“that we have kids?”
“yes.”
“call her.”
mina clamps her hand over her mouth as izuku pulls his phone from his pocket, shinso putting the phone on speaker so everyone can hear the ringing.
“hello?”
shinso chuckles bitterly, biting down on the inside of his cheek as hearing your voice confirmed everything.
you look away from the cartoon your daughters had playing, realizing they’re both asleep on the couch where you three sat.
you see izuku’s name flash across the screen of your work phone, stomach turning as you slide your finger across the screen to answer it.
“hello?”
“go on, tell her, midoriya.”
your breath catches, the voice on the line all too familiar, even though it didn’t belong to izuku.
“shinso knows about us, (y/n).”
shit.
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Worship Me Like I Worship You | Bakugo Katsuki & Reader
Summary ~ You love Katsuki. You worship him like the God he is. You would do anything for him. So what is this switch that flipped in your mind when you finally have him?
Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Psycho!Reader, yandere themes, characters are in their 20's, stalking, roofying, dubcon/noncon but sex doesnt happen, Idk what else to tag.. psycho-shit, I guess lol
Note ~ Hey y'all.. I really have no explanation for this one.. I wanted to try my hand at writing twisted/psycho stuff and this is what I churned out. Now, it is based off of a couple of songs (All Around Me by Flyleaf and God Complex by Violent Vira) so just like Nicotine, I'm sorry if it's cringe. Welp, buckle in Lovelies because Reader really said "Marbles? What marbles??"
The day you got hired on as a secretary for Dynamight’s hero agency was the single greatest day of your life. You had been following the progress of Dynamight’s career since he started to get famous back in high school. Ever since you were thirteen years old and had first seen him on your TV during the UA Sports Festival his first year, you had known that he was the one.
Every video, news article, and picture uploaded online of Dynamight, aka Katsuki Bakugo, was automatically saved to your phone or computer so that you could look at him anytime you wanted. His loud and brash personality, explosive Quirk, and frequent encounters with villains made sure to keep him within the media’s sights and it really felt like he was all around you.
“Every time I see his face.. it’s like he’s thickening the air I’m breathing but in the best way possible. Like I’m burning and not used to seeing him, not used to seeing a God. Something about him makes me feel like I’m alive.” You dazedly tried explaining to a friend one day when they had noticed your obsession taking off not long after Katsuki’s hero debut.
Of course, your friend had no idea what you were going on about and had looked at you with such concern and.. fear. You couldn’t understand how your friend didn’t see the white light that shone behind Katsuki, illuminating the sacred being so brightly that you cry sometimes. How, in your dreams, Katuski takes your outstretched hand and promises to never leave you as you shout your beliefs in him, tell him that you worship him, and make sure he knows that he owns your heart and soul.
Now, years later, you no longer speak to that friend or any of your old friends. You don’t speak to anybody, really, but you don’t care. All you need is Katsuki and now, working at his agency, you’re going to have him.
Your Quirk, when it manifested, was registered as a weak and non-threatening anesthetic gaseous-type Quirk. When activated, your Quirk came out of your mouth upon an exhale as a colorless and odorless gas that you could control the potency of if you were to train it. The only tell that your Quirk had when it was activated was your body feeling physically colder to the touch. And, luckily enough for you, you are immune to the effects of your anesthetics with the exception of hypothermia from overuse.
Weak and non-threatening; that’s what your Quirk had been.. when you were a little kid. But you’ve trained with it in secret over the years, your test subjects being any animals you could get close enough to and unsuspecting people. You have worked hard to master the levels of potency depending on the subject, the proximity you would need to be to a subject, and keeping yourself warm so as to keep from developing hypothermia when pushing the limits of your Quirk.
You spent years putting together your plan and perfecting every single detail. The final piece of your puzzled plan falling into place when you discreetly snagged the Quirk canceling cuffs from an overly flirtatious officer that was chatting you up one day at the agency. You had blown a puff of weakly potented gas their way and the fucker had spent the next 20 minutes in a dazed high too busy poorly flirting with you to realize that you had made any move to touch them at all.
Currently, it’s a little after ten at night and Katsuki has just walked into the agency to finish up his shift then change out of his hero costume. You’re sitting in your car that’s parked not far from his in the lot and getting into character. You have about twenty five to thirty minutes until Katsuki walks out of the building and to his car, the perfect amount of time.
Your forehead is resting against the top of your steering wheel, your hands clutching the sides tightly with white knuckles, and loud sobs leave your mouth. A knocking on your window startles you and your head jerks up to see who it could possibly be at this late hour. There is a watery and truly pitiful look on your face when your eyes connect with sharp crimson ones.
You reach a shaky hand out to the door handle and open it slowly so Katsuki has time to move back to allow you to open the door fully. Your car’s interior lights don’t kick on, in fact none of your car’s lights come on, when you open the door and you let out a pathetic whimper.
“What are you still doing here?” Katsuki asks, his gruff tone holding slight irritation and discomfort.
Mentally you melt over the sound of that rough voice speaking words to you. You let the sound play on loop in your mind as you answer him in the most ‘helpless-damsel-in-distress’ voice you can manage.
“I-I’m s-so s-sorry, Dynamight, S-Sir.. M-my car w-won’t s-start.. I-I’m not s-sure wh-what’s wrong with i-it..” You stutter out between sobs.
“You didn’t think to call a friend to come get ya? Or maybe a tow truck?” Katsuki questions exasperatedly and you let out a couple more sobs.
“I-I h-haven’t m-made any fr-friends, y-yet.. I-I’m s-still new a-around h-here.. Pl-plus m-my ph-phone i-is d-dead..” You cry and stutter out then put your face into your hands.
Katsuki lets out a heavy and annoyed sigh, “Okay, okay, just calm down. Fuck, alright, let me take a look. I know some shit about cars.”
Your head snaps up and you look at him with max amounts of pathetic relief, “R-really?! Th-thank y-you so much, Dynamight!”
Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, and just call me Bakugo. I’m not in my damn hero gear right now. And pop the hood.”
“S-sorry, Bakugo..” You quietly apologize, then attempt to look for the lever to pop the hood. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the emotions of Katsuki’s short fuse flicker across his face before he schools his features and takes a deep breath.
“Move. I’ll do it.” He says curtly and you move out of the way for him.
“Thank you so much, Katsuki.” You say, your voice sultry and free of the shaky patheticness it’s held the whole time.
“The fuck did you just s-” He tries to angrily question but you’ve already blown a cloud of gas his direction and the effects are almost immediate. His face changes to surprise as his body gives out and falls back into your driver’s seat, then within seconds his eyes close and his breaths deepen.
You act quickly, pulling the Quirk canceling cuffs from behind your back and securing them around his wrists. You hum a happy tune to yourself as you move his unconscious body to the back seat with minimal struggle. Luckily, you have been hardcore working out in preparation for this part of the plan. You just knew that like any other God out there, Katsuki was built and densely packed full of muscle.
Once you have him situated in the backseat, you pop open the hood, reconnect your battery, then slide into the driver’s seat and start the car. ‘I know some shit about cars too, my lovely Katsuki!’ You think with a giggle as you leave the parking lot.
You drive for a few hours, occasionally blowing mentally measured doses of anesthetic gas into the backseat to keep Katsuki asleep. Finally, you drive carefully down a dirt road that leads to an old family farmhouse that you have fond memories of. The better of those memories being the most recent ones where you came out here to prepare the house so that it may be fitting of a God such as Katsuki. Though as you half drag, half carry his unconscious body into said house, something in you begins to feel.. ungratified.
You bring Katsuki to the guest room on the first story of the house and get him onto the bed. As an extra precaution, you blow a bit more gas into his face before going back out to the car to get your bags. Quickly getting back into the house and locking the front door behind you, you bring all of your stuff to the guest room and get to work.
In hindsight, it may have been a bit excessive buying chains to keep Katsuki in place.. but what if the cuffs failed at some point, huh? If you used rope then he would be able to blast right through them. At least chains would give him more of a challenge, and if there is anything that you know for sure about Katsuki, it’s that he loves a challenge.
So you get to work chaining each of his ankles to the bed posts at the foot of the bed. Then you disconnect the chain between the wrist cuffs and attach chains to each of his wrists that connect to the headboard. You stand back to look over your work, to take in his peaceful sleeping features, and realize that maybe you should have changed him before chaining him up.. Oh well, too late now, hopefully his jeans are comfy. All that’s left to do is wait for Katsuki to wake up.
It takes a total of three and a half hours for Katuski to finally stir and begin to wake from his forced slumber. Grumbles of slurred curses fall from his mouth and his eyes flutter open as he brings a hand up to his head. You watch this whole waking process from a chair in the corner of the room, some thoughts that have accumulated over the last few hours weighing heavy in your mind.
“Where the fuck am I? The fuck’s going on?” Katsuki angrily asks, the slur of his words starting to wear off.
“You are in the presence of your biggest worshiper, Katsuki.” You answer calmly, your legs crossed and hands clasped in your lap.
“Jesus fucking christ! I’m gonna kill you, you psychotic bitch!!” Katsuki shouts and aims a hand at you in an attempt to send a blast your way while he also tries to launch himself off the bed.
When neither action is successful he stares down at himself in horror while you just let out a semi-tired sigh. He looks back up to you as horror, shock, rage, and whatever else may be bubbling under his skin fights over who gets to contort his face.
“Maybe I was your biggest worshiper.. I’ve been having some interesting thoughts and feelings since we got here.” You ponder out loud as you pick at the threads of your pants.
“You’re fucking crazy!! What the fuck have you done to my Quirk?! Do you know how fucking screwed you’re about to be when people find out you’ve.. Find out about what you’ve done?! Ever heard of fucking Tar-”
“Enough, Katsuki.” You say sharply while holding a hand up. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Why you became a hero? So you could be praised? Loved? Worshiped like the God you are? I mean, your full hero name is Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You say, a now dark and twisting devotion gleaming in your eyes and a small smile on your lips.
“You have always been a God to me, Katsuki. Someone I have always found worthy of my love and devotion and worship. But finally having you here with me, something has changed..” You look down from Katsuki to stare intensely at a spot on the floor.
“You mean you finally lost your last fucking marble?!” Katsuki snarls out as he looks at the chains on his limbs.
“You can’t lose something you never truly had, my lovely Katsuki.. No no, it’s these feelings inside of me. They’re not so much conflicting as they are two sides of the same coin..” You try to explain but Katsuki is having none of it.
“You’re not making a lick of fucking sense to me, psycho bitch! Now, let me the fuck out!!” He shouts but you wave him off which aids in pissing him off more.
“My old feelings.. I’ve spent all of these years screaming to you that I wanna be your true love, the only one for you.. That I could be just who you need.. But now.. These new feelings.. I want to be the God now.” You say, your voice distant as pieces inside of you click.
You stand from your chair and Katsuki’s body tenses as he glares harshly at you and snarls. You step towards him with the body language and face of a mother who is trying to sweetly calm their child. Right as Katsuki brings his hands up, making to punch at you, you blow an invisible cloud of low dose anesthetic gas towards him.
You watch as his body relaxes and his glare softens to something more neutral-dopey. You send him just a little bit more, just to ensure your own safety, and wait for it to take effect before you climb onto the bed. You straddle his lap, your arms looping over his shoulders, and look into his clouded and dazed crimson eyes.
“Won’t you just plead for me now, Katsuki?”
“Y-yess..”
“You make me your God, Katsuki, and I’ll tear down the sky for you.”
“Y-Youu w-willl?”
“Mhmm, I’ll do it all for you for life, my love. We are meant to be, Katsuki Bakugo.”
“W-wee a-re m-eant t-to be..”
“Darling, please worship me..” You breathe against his neck, then start to kiss along it slowly.
The bottom of his jaw is as far as your lips get before something is suddenly coiling around your body and yanking you away from Katsuki. You shove down the urge to scream in favor of pulling in air so that you can exhale a large cloud of anesthetic gas but something wraps around your nose and mouth before you get the chance.
Your eyes dart to the doorway and connect with the glowing green eyes of Pro Hero Deku. Tears involuntarily begin to pour from your eyes and you’re not sure if it’s the fear, heartbreak, or lack of oxygen that’s getting to you. Your cries are muffled as Deku brings you closer to himself via the tendrils of his Blackwhip. He turns your body away from him while he slaps Quirk canceling cuffs on your wrists but you can feel his livid and burning gaze melting through your skull the whole time.
“Z-Zuku? Y-you’re here?” Katsuki questions dazedly from the bed.
It’s then that you see the ring on Katsuki’s left ring finger. It’s glowing a slowly pulsing red color and you scream at yourself for not checking him for tracking devices.
“Yes, Kacchan, I’m here. It’s okay now, Kacchan, you’re safe.” Deku says as he moves over to the bed to free Katsuki, all while Blackwhip squeezes tightly around you.
“Th-thanks, Zuku. Love you.” Katsuki murmurs to Deku but you could still hear him.
“I love you too, Kacchan, let’s go home.” Deku says as he breaks the final chain and picks up Katsuki.
“If there is any God that Kacchan worships it’s me, you psychotic bitch.” Deku darkly informs you as Blackwhip squeezes you even tighter and he drags you out of the house.
Note ~ Sooo.. did you like the little sprinkle of BKDK at the end there? Cute, right? *insert nervous laughter* Anywho, I hope that this fic does better here than it did on my AO3, Nicotine certainly has, so I have some hope. Stay tuned, My Lovelies, I think I'll start posting my newest fic soon! Oh and.. Happy Valentines Day, Lovelies, much loves to you all! <3
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Bakugou x artist!reader
He laughs; he genuinely laughs, and she is proud at her ability to illicit such a pleasant sound. Albeit at her misfortune.
They had spent the better part of the last half hour in silence as she took the time to ensure that the basics of the painting were more or less roughly captured. She had trouble convincing him to allow her to use him for the piece in the first place due to his insistence that he was no model and that he did not like the idea of sitting around waisting time when he could be training.
A week she spent following him around, capturing his different facial expressions: anger, hesitation, calm, agitation, pride, fear, and joy. Joy was by far her favorite expression that he had expressed. It was rare too that he would show it, but when he did, it was quick. Manifesting in a curve of his lips that would slightly crinkly the corners of his eyes, eyes that would shine a bright crimson with elation, and if you were fortunate enough, a laugh would escape, all before he quickly shut down the emotion that had fought pass his tough exterior to then go back to his usual straight faced glare.
It was that laugh that had inspired the piece that she currently worked on. She spent no time developing the concept of "Happiness is a Butterfly," the idea of a fleeting joy that you can't seem to catch no matter how hard to try. The difficult part of it all was getting him to agree. She, of course, had spent a week studying him and his nuances and could use one of her regular models to sit in for the painting, but in her mind, no one could ever emulate the emotions nor evoke the feeling that she got when she looks as him. So she asks him. He immediately shuts her down; that doesn't deter her resolve. Unrelenting, she leaves him messages, intercepts him on the way back to the agency from patrol, buys him coffee, opens up her availability to accommodate him, anything to wear him down and get him to agree to her request. Then, one day, he sees her standing at the entrance to the agency with a coffee cup in hand. He stops, stating at unwavering eyes and radiant smile, knowing full well that despite his best attempt at dissuading and at times straight up being rude to her, that she would not leave him alone until she got what she wanted.
Which is how she was able to rope him into sitting in her studio, modeling for her. He had been an excellent model; keeping still and allowing her to concentrate all without a fuss so that she could get as much down as quickly as possible just as she had promised him. That is until he began to shake. She hadn't noticed it at first, being so focused on her craft, but his loud out bust startled her out of her stupor. Dragging her eyes away from the canvas, she is met with the magnificent sight of Bakugou Katsuki doubled over, arms wrapped around his stomach, broad shoulders shaking violently, wheezing in a tempt to catch his breath, letting out a deep laugh that left her feeling breathless. Confused and captivated by the sight in front of her, she didn't dare interrupt to question it, in fear that once she spoke, the beautiful sight in front of her may vanish.
"What are you laughing at?" She amusingly questions once he regained his composure.
Ignoring her, he strides over to where she is perched behind the canvas. For a moment, he just stares down at her, his eyes still sparkling with amusement and his lips curved into a slight smirk. They examine each other for what feels like eternity but is only mere seconds before Bakugou picks up the rag that lays on the counter beside them. Following his movements, she watches him dip the tip of the rag in the nearby water cup and squeeze the excess water out, lifting the rag up to her face he pauses, searching her eyes for permission, she nods. With that, he places the damp rag against her cheek. Shuttering, she sucks in a breath and allows her eyes to flutter shut at the contact. Careful to not scrub too hard, Bakugou takes his time to wipe away the paint that she had seemingly smeared all over her face. He is holding the rag in one hand and her face in the other. She's never seen him be so gentle, for he is known for his usual rough and aggressive personality, yet the way the he brushes his finger along her jaw and aginst her lip is feather like almost as if he doesn't want to scare her away with sudden movements.
"Done." He states, placing the rag back on the counter but not making any moves to remove his hand from her face or backing away. He turns his head to glance at the painting briefly before returning them to you. Brows slightly furrowed he asks, "Why me?"
"I'm not sure understand."
Heaving frustratedly, "Out of all the shitty extras you have to choose from, why me? What about me gave you the impression of the guy in this painting. Most people take one look at me and see and asshole with a foul mouth and turn tail."
She pauses in shock at his question, "I- Do you see yourself that way? Because most people don't think twice when they consider what other people may be like; they take things at face value and don't take the time to understand what others may think or feel. I like to observe and try to capture the emotions buried deep, and I know you've been through hardships that would otherwise destroy people, but I can tell that behind the facade you try to push down potential happiness out of guilt for being able to find happiness again and of fear of loosing it." She lifts her hand to hold his wrist of the hand still cupping her face, "That's why, even if you won't let your true emotions shine through, then here on this canvas, I can show the world who you truly are. But none of this matters, I suppose, if you choose to believe the half truths that the world says about you."
Bakugou loses himself in the depth of awe and admiration she looks up at him with. Allowing himself to be drawn in until his forehead is touching herself. He shuts his eyes and breaths. She had seen through him like no one had before. It was exilerating yet frightening in the best way possible. She was right he was guilty that he lived on while many of his friends and colleagues have died on missions over the years, and he was afraid to be happy because anything could happen and anyone could rip that away from him, but maybe every once in a while he could allow himself the pleasure he seeks and drown in absolute bliss without the feelings of dread to consume him, and now was one of those times. So he allowed himself to breathe her in smelling the paint and her faint perfume and leaned in until their lips connected. Soft and gentl just like the rest of her. He kissed her like his life depended on this kiss. She melted into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him in deeper, fitting together perfectly as if they were meant to embrace each other. Lips moving tentivly at first until they find their rhythm and begin to quicken wanting more- needing more , to taste more of each other, to feel more of each other, to only breathe each other in. But their lungs protest's win so they break for air grinning before diving back in for more.
Painting now forgotten, but she could care less, lost in the emotions of a kiss that she could never capture on a canvas. So they fell into the happiness that they had been chasing and explored these new feelings.
#lana del ray song#bnha#bakugou katsuki#painting#art#my hero academia#fluff#soft girl#weak in the knees#slight angst#bakugou x reader#pro heroes#romance#you probably don't care#bnha deku#sfw#hawks#kirshima eijirou#izuku midoriya#shoto aizawa#all might#uraraka ochacho#yo shindo#bakugou-wallpaper#bnha imagines#shoto todoroki#class 1a#aged up characters#bakusquad#kaminaridenki
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Phone It In
Relationship: Izuku X Female Reader
Word Count: 7,195
Summary: Working late at the Agency was one thing you never minded. It gave you more time to spend with your favorite hero. Tonight was no different, but when it came time to leave, you realized you had accidentally switched phones. When a dangerous situation forces itself on you, who knew that would be the very thing that might save you?
Warnings: kidnapping, gun violence, drowning, injuries
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I suppose we should call it a night." Izuku leaned back in his chair unable to contain that small grin as you tried to stifle a yawn for the third time in less than a minute. "We made good headway today. I think we'll be ready to organize a raid by tomorrow."
"I can keep going." You spoke through the yawn. "I'm good, really."
"Now you're starting to sound like me." He chuckled. "But we can't do much else until I get in contact with the police chief and he won't be in until the morning. Besides you need your rest."
"I suppose I could say the same thing for you. I think we're wearing matching eyebags." You dropped the stack of files you had been absent-mindedly sorting back on the desk and rubbed your eyes. "Who knew there could be this much paperwork involved before we even make an arrest."
"This case is a bit more difficult with this certain crime family involved. They have a lot of connections that we need to be wary of. Everything has to be perfect. But with the clear-cut proof I've collected," he glanced at the safe beside his desk. "We can finally take them down and the drug they're producing with it."
He set his own pile down next to yours and looked up at you. "Thanks again for sticking around to help. I promise to make it up to you."
"It's not a problem. I like a challenge." Linking your outstretched hands you stretched them above your head. "But if I have to get sleep then you have to promise to do the same."
Izuku opened his mouth to argue but you had a point. "fair enough." He stood up and stretched his muscles that protested sitting in one position for so long. "Let's both get a good night's rest."
"That ship has sailed," you laughed glancing at the time. "But we can still get a good morning's rest."
He laughed, rubbing his neck, and gestured to the door. "I'll walk you out."
The two of you gathered the files and locked everything into the evidence safe. This case was pretty high profile involving a prominent family who Izuku had only recently discovered were engaged in a major drug ring he was trying to take down. If he shut their operations down, he could essentially take the entire ring with it. He had to be careful how he went about it and even you weren't privy to some of the finer details of the case. Still, being part of the action, even if it was pushing paperwork was pretty exhilarating.
He finished locking up the safe and turned to you with a smile. You grabbed your phone off the desk and slipped it into your purse. Once you were ready, he led you out of the office and locked the door. The main floor was empty and void of other heroes. Everyone else had left for the night and only the skeleton crew was left to run things on the floor above, monitoring the night patrol from the comms center.
"Thanks to you, I think we'll have this whole case wrapped up by the end of the week." He grinned as the two of you stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the lobby. "And that deserves a reward, don't you think?"
"It was nothing really…I'm just glad I could help." Heat rose into your cheeks so you focused on the descending numbers, hoping he couldn't see your embarrassment.
"It definitely was not nothing," Izuku turned to face you. "I don't know what I'd get done around here without you. You're the reason this agency is running so smoothly."
If he kept the praises flowing, you'd drown in the compliments and die a happy woman. With a shy smile, you glanced at him and immediately dropped your gaze to your shoes. His bright green eyes were wide with such sincerity you found it hard to look at him without shivering. He was always so intense.
"How does dinner tomorrow sound?" He asked quietly after a few beats of silence. "Uh…for a job well done that is."
"Dinner?" you perked up, finally locking eyes with him.
Did he really just ask you to dinner? He did, didn't he? Did Izuku even realize what that could mean to you? Or was this strictly a professional dinner?
Something in your expression must've given him pause and he quickly backtracked waving his hands around wildly. "Unless you don't want to or you're busy or-"
"No!" you shouted over him. "I'm not…I mean, I would like that."
"Great!" He shouted back before he cleared his throat and spoke at a more manageable level, weaving his trembling hands through his wild green locks. "I know the perfect place and it's just around the corner." The elevator doors pinged open and Izuku practically stumbled out alongside you, heading towards the parking garage.
"Wait," you stopped with a smile of your own, "are you talking about Blossoms? I love that place!"
"I know- uh I mean yeah, um I heard it's got great reviews." He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "So you wanna go then?"
"Yes!" okay, you really needed to stop shouting, but Izuku didn't seem to mind, beaming in return. "It's a da-" you clamped your mouth shut before you said the words you know would actually kill you from embarrassment alone and fumbled for another word. "A deal!"
Stepping into the parking garage, you fished through your purse for your keys. Izuku hovered a moment longer as you found the fob and unlocked your car.
"Get home safe, I'll see you tomorrow," he finally managed to unglue his feet and with a bit of an awkward wave, he took off down to the next level where his car was parked.
Biting your lip, you watched him leave, wishing you could've said something to keep him around for just a bit longer. But as he turned the corner to the next level, you sighed and slumped into your car, slapping your cheeks. The air was frigid so you sat for a moment, waiting for the car to heat up, thoughts slipping into what tomorrow might bring. Just what kind of reward dinner was he talking about? Should you go casual or fancy? Would fancy be too much? Maybe a nice sweater? Yeah, sweaters were always a safe option.
A ring startled you out of your thoughts and you searched around your purse until you pulled out your phone, confused by the unfamiliar tone. It was a message from Detective Tsukauchi, except you didn't have Tsukauchi's number...because this wasn't your phone. Staring at the background of a selfie between Izuku and All Might, it donned on you that you somehow accidentally switched phones with him. It must've been when you were cleaning up the desk. He had the same phone case as you, a joke you'd made with him on several occasions.
Hopefully, he hadn't left the parking structure yet. The phone was locked and after a second of hesitation, you guessed a password. Thinking of any relevant numbers, you inputted his birthday. When that didn't work you put in his mother's birthday. (Hey, you were his secretary, knowing these things came with the job...) but unfortunately, that wasn't it either.
Pondering on it for a few more moments you typed in a seemingly random date. You didn't know the exact significance of it but it was a day that Izuku always took off to spend with All Might. Something that had to have happened when he was in middle school. Though you were fairly certain he didn't meet the man until high school. Whatever the case, it did the trick and unlocked the phone. Now all you had to do was explain that one to Izuku.
When you dialed in your own phone number, you paused as your name came up with a little green heart attached to the end. How were you supposed to interpret that!? Was he even remotely aware of how much a simple little heart would affect your own? Finally, blinking through your mini heart attack, you called your phone and listened for a few rings before Izuku answered chuckling into the phone.
"Well one of us needs to change cases." He laughed, voice a bit tinny.
"Hey, I got mine first," you countered, still a bit flustered but unable to contain the grin that filled your face.
"Well, I can't argue with that sound logic. Are you still in the garage? I'm turning around."
"Yup. Right where you left me."
"Good. Don't go anywhere. I'll be there in a few."
Hanging up, you tried to suppress a gleeful smile and smacked your cheeks again. Izuku made you so flustered sometimes and he didn't even realize it. Heat flared across your cheeks so you took a few deep breaths to try to calm yourself down.
The phone was still in your hands, unlocked with quite a tempting urge. But you quickly locked it again and decided to stare at the lock screen to pass the time. It was a cute little candid of Izuku and his mentor who you've met dozens of times whenever he stopped by the office to see his protégé. He and All Might were on some beach boardwalk with ice cream cones looking happy and content as they threw peace signs up while Izuku's ice cream looked ready to drip right off the cone. There was something so familial about it that you couldn't help but wonder if the rumors of All Might's secret love child were actually true. Their quirks were similar enough and Izuku never likes to talk about his out-of-the-picture father but they didn't look much like each other.
A quick shake of your head dispelled the thought. It was just a rumor. Besides what would Izuku gain by hiding that fact anyway. He's way too honest about things, he makes for a terrible liar.
Too engrossed in your whirling thoughts, you didn't notice the shadow pass your window until the glass shattered over your face. You gripped the phone in shock and covered your head with a startled yelp. A heavy click echoed in your ear and you dared to lift your eyes enough to come face to face with the barrel of a gun.
"Get out. Now ." A commanding voice ordered as he stuck his gangly fingers into the car and unlocked the door.
Still in shock, you hesitated just a second too long so he flung the door open himself and ripped you out of the car with such force that you would've tumbled to your knees if not for the bruising grip the man had on your arm. The phone slipped from your fingers and cracked on the ground. A shoe stomped on it, crushing what was left of the screen, and then kicked the remains under the car.
"What do you want?" You breathed out, trying to gain your footing back.
"Found the purse." A second thug, a solid brick of a man, looming on the other side of the car pointed to said purse sitting on your passenger seat.
They were just simple purse snatchers? Why would muggers target someone right outside a hero agency? It didn't make any sense, not that criminals ever did.
The brute dumped the contents of your purse onto the passenger seat and you could only look on in distress as he rifled through them. Your wallet fell out but he simply brushed it aside and kept looking. They were looking for something in particular...but what would you have that they wanted?
"They're in the ignition, you dolt." The man holding you rolled his eyes as his partner blinked and glanced over to them.
He turned the car off and plucked the keys out, jingling them with a smug grin. "Found 'em, Briggs." When he crawled out of the car he smacked his head on the roof with a grunt and popped up rubbing the sore spot. "What should we do with the lady?"
"We bring her along." The man, Briggs, tightened his grip for emphasis. "She's still useful. Besides, we can't have any witnesses."
The brute simply nodded and shut the door, going through your keys. "Why do you have so many lady?" He complained sorting through them. "It's gonna take forever to find the right one.
A key. They wanted a key and attacking you in the parking garage, while not smart, was efficient...if they wanted in the agency. Maybe they didn't realize there were still heroes inside. Security cameras littered the building. If you could just catch their attention then-
"Help!" You hurriedly screamed twice before a sharp hand slammed you across the face and squeezed your nose shut, pulling you against his chest.
The sudden force stifled your screams and the pinched nose made it difficult to breathe with your face stuffed into an arm. You struggled in the unwanted embrace but he was a lot stronger than he looked.
"Give me the tape," Briggs growled and a moment later you were forced away from him, only for the brute to seal a piece of tape across your mouth. "Get her hands too. She's a bit too spritely for my liking."
Okay, things just went from bad to worse. Not only had you been effectively taken hostage, you ruined your chances of calling for help. But not all hope was lost. Izuku couldn't have gotten too far away before he turned around. He should only be a few minutes away. He would know what to do when he got here. All you had to do was hold out until then and try to avoid eating lead.
"Let's get inside before anyone notices anything." Briggs pushed you ahead of him. "Let's go."
You stumbled, trying to balance with your hands awkwardly bound in front of you. The tape pulled on your skin as you walked, breath growing ragged through your nose as fear clogged your throat. Your eyes kept darting around the garage as they lead you back toward the doors. No lights or any sign of him. Where was he?
When you slowed down, still trying to scan the garage, a sharp pain whacked the back of your head so hard that it brought you to your knees. A muffled cry escaped through the tape as you blinked stars out of your eyes.
"Don't get distracted girly, let's move." Briggs's voice echoed from behind you, though it sounded distant. When you glanced back at him, tears in your eyes, It took you a few moments to realize that he'd pistol-whipped you. Damn, that hurt.
"Hey, you don't need to be so rough." The brute spoke up but quickly backed down again when Briggs turned that vicious glare his way. "Just saying man…" he muttered, averting his eyes.
"What does it matter to you?" Briggs whispered. "We're just gonna dispose of her anyway."
"Yeah but she's still a lady after all." He shrugged, glancing your way. "Gotta treat 'em with respect."
Oh great. A thug with a conscious (as inverted as it was). Wait, that might actually work in your favor...if you could get him to take the tape off your mouth.
"We can respect her when she's dead." Briggs hauled you up roughly and forced you along with the gun buried in your back. "Now hurry up, we don't have much time."
He was right on that mark. If Izuku didn't get here in time then who knows what would happen to you? With one last desperate glance back at the garage, they unlocked the door and pushed you back inside.
Izuku pulled into the near-empty garage and made his way up to the level he'd left you on. Your car was still sitting in the same place and the moment he saw it a bundle of shy nerves bounced around his stomach. He was already frazzled enough that you actually agreed to go on a dat...a thank you dinner with him and his brain was struggling to handle anything else.
When he pulled closer, he realized there was no one in the driver's seat. Had you decided to stretch your legs while waiting for him? He already felt bad enough that he'd accidentally taken your phone but making you wait for him alone was weighing on him too.
Parking next to the car, he stepped out and glanced around. "Y/N?"
No answer. The garage remained as empty and as still as it had been. Did you go back inside to wait or...that's when Izuku noticed the glass shattered on the ground and the empty space where the window should've been.
He went on instant high alert as he leaned in towards the car. His shoes crunched under the bits of glass spread around the door. Your purse was sitting on the passenger seat, contents scattered haphazardly. The wallet lying on the floor didn't escape his notice either. If something did happen to you, then they weren't simple purse snatchers.
When he stepped back to examine the surroundings, he noticed a bit of green reflecting near the front tire. crouching down, he found bits of his phone scattered under the car. All the evidence was pointing in a very dangerous direction and that nagging sense of urgency spilled into his veins.
If you were taken somewhere then there was very little he could do staying here. But his agency had installed security cameras into the parking structure when he moved here. They could give him a much more useful sense of what happened.
Leaving the car behind he headed back towards the agency. The skeleton crew was on the upper floor, handling night patrols but they also were in charge of the security of the building. If anything went amiss, they were supposed to notify him. That was the only thing still keeping him calm. If anything, you're window busted and you were just waiting inside, too busy to remember the purse...though the damaged phone was a little harder to reason. But who was he kidding, nothing was ever that easy. A final cursory glance around the garage and he headed inside.
The tape they'd so forcefully slapped against your mouth was making it quite difficult to breathe properly. It didn't help that the tears had clogged your already puffy nose and if you didn't start to calm down then you'd be heaving through your nostrils any second.
The big brute who had taken over leading you down the hall gripped your arm just tight enough to keep you from falling as you stumbled every few feet in your dizzy state. Your head still hurt from where they'd pistol whipped you and your eyes strained to see through the tears and double vision. But you knew this place like the back of your hand and they were leading you directly to Deku's office. You had a pretty good guess as to what they wanted too.
Deku had been pouring every spare minute over that case file for weeks. It had enough evidence to take down an entire crime ring. It was also locked in a safe that not even you knew the passcode for. Not that you were going to tell them that.
"I still say we shoulda burnt the place down. Get rid of the evidence and send a message to them goody two-shoe heroes." The man gripping your arm spoke up as they reached the door.
The taller one, Briggs, must've been related to him, maybe a brother, stopped in his place and turned around to deliver a smack to the back of his head.
"And that's exactly the reason no one lets you make plans you big oaf." He whispered quite obviously vexed. "Why do you think we're sneaking in the first place? We're trying to get rid of our connection not create more. Honestly, why did we even let you out?"
"Cause I'm smart." He answered with a grin, not deterred by the nasty quip in the slightest.
"Yeah, if a rock had a brain." He muttered and glanced at the door. "We just need to get in and replace the evidence then get out. Everyone will be none the wiser until it's too late."
A deep fear spread through your belly at his words. You were already the wiser so what did that mean for you? Mr. Rock behind you had the same thought.
"What about the lady?" He shook your shoulder for emphasis. "I thought you said no witnesses. Why did we grab her again?"
"She's got the code to the safe." He finally turned to you. "There are only two people with that code. You and the no-good hero himself. Obviously, we can't ask him so I'm asking you oh-so-nicely to open it for us." The smile he spread was anything but.
You had some not-so-nice words for him too if only there wasn't tape covering your mouth. Instead, you glared at him through your blurry vision hoping you looked menacing enough.
"Glare at me all you want. I have ways to make you crack. If you want to save us all some pain then just open it."
There's no way you'd do that…even if you could. Izuku was on his way back. They didn't know that so all you had to do was hold out until then and wait until he noticed something was wrong. He would notice, right? Of course, he would. He was the greatest hero you knew.
He held your keys up and jingled them around. The tinkling echoed around the empty room and with a smug grin he unlocked the door. Inside the office was a bit brighter with the city lights of downtown shining through the windows. Underneath his desk was the safe in question. It was a two-pronged system with a thumb scanner and a key code. They had to know they wouldn't get in without his print.
"Oaf, get to work."
The big man chuckled and threw you against his brother who caught you in turn. He went over to the trash and rummaged through the can. You watched in disgust as he pulled out a disposable cup that Izuku drank from when you both had eaten dinner in here just a few hours ago.
He pulled the straw out and sniffed it. You wrinkled your nose as he licked it up and down.
"Is that enough?" His brother asked.
"Enough for this." He dropped the straw and held up his hand, the thumb shrinking just slightly and taking on a slight skin tone change.
"Now it's your turn little lady," Briggs twisted you around and pried off the tape in one quick swipe.
You gasped as your skin snapped back into place just knowing it would leave a red welt across your face. "Go screw yourself."
He lost his amused smirk and grabbed your bound hands, pulling you close. "You have five seconds to decide which finger I break first. Or you can open the safe. Be smart if you know what's good for you. "
"Getting that evidence isn't going to change anything." You said. "Your family made too many mistakes. You're about to make another serious one too if you continue with this."
He gave you a toothy grin before snapping your pointer finger. Your scream drowned out the crack and he slammed a gangly hand over your mouth to shut you up.
"One down. It looks like you have nine more chances. Shall I ask again?" He whispered, leaning in close.
Your nose flared as you tried to regulate your breathing through the throbbing pain jumping up your hand. He gripped another finger and you instinctively jerked away from him but he held fast.
This little interrogation wasn't going to last much longer as the pain only seemed to grow worse the tighter he gripped. Another finger snapped and you flinched, a muffled scream the only thing able to escape.
You shook your head and wrenched your face away. "Okay, okay! Stop, please!"
"Good girl." He let go and pushed you towards the desk. "Now open it."
You cradled your fingers against your chest as you glanced back at him, fat tears dripping onto your cheeks. The two men stared at you and with one desperate glance at the still-open office door, you found it empty. Just a little longer is all. He's coming.
"I'm waiting." He took a threatening step forward and you stumbled into the desk, your bound hands fumbling in front of you for purchase.
With no other options and no clear escape, you walked around and knelt in front of the safe. Sniffling, your good fingers found the keypad and shakily input the same code as his phone. When it beeped red, you squeezed your eyes shut. What were they going to do to you when they realized you didn't actually know the code?
Briggs narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to the desk. "Stop wasting time girl."
A shiver ran down your spine at his icy glare. You focused back on the pad, fingers hovering over the numbers. When you tried another set of numbers special to Izuku, it failed again. You tried a few more times until you ran out of options. How on earth were you supposed to figure this out?
The gun cocked and when you looked up, the barrel was pointed straight at you. "I'm not gonna ask again. Open it."
Fear froze your core and you glanced at the pad again. You didn't know what else it could be. With no other options, you put the first set of numbers that came to your mind. Your birthday.
You typed slowly, trying to delay your demise as long as possible. When you pressed the last number, the safe beeped and the screen flashed green, much to your surprise.
There was no time to put much thought into why as Briggs pushed you aside so his brother could press his thumb against the scanner. The pad lit up green a second time and the door clicked open.
You scrambled away from them as they both crowded around it. This was your chance. You could escape while they were distracted!
Skirting around the desk, you slowly made your way to the door. The moment you reached the doorway, you broke into a sprint, accidentally smashing into the frame on the way out.
"Briggs!" The brute called out but you didn't stick around, racing down the hall as fast as you could.
The door that led into the lobby was just ahead. You were running too fast to properly slow down and skidded to a halt. Your bound hands grasped the handle but you flinched as the pain burned up your arm from your broken fingers. It was hard enough to turn with taped hands but taped broken fingers were hell.
"Come on!" You yelled at the knob, shakily grasping onto it.
"Where do you think you're going?" Two giant hands grabbed your shoulders and hauled you away from the door.
"Deku!" You screamed. "DEKU!"
The brute covered your mouth and looked at his brother. "How do you wanna get rid of her?"
"Unfortunately she lost control of her car on the way home and drowned in the river." He twirled your keys and clicked his tongue. "Terrible thing really but accidents do happen."
Wide eyes followed him as he stepped between a few of the sidekicks' desks over to a water cooler. He rapped his fingers along the top of the tank before he flipped the tap on and water poured out onto the floor. It puddled there for a minute before it pooled together and lifted into a small bubble.
You struggled in the giant's grip as Briggs walked over, the bubble of water floating beside him. Muffled cries fell on uncaring ears, powerless to break free.
"A tragedy that the world will soon forget." He said and pushed the bubble against your face.
The cold water hit your skin with a sting and you jerked away but there was no escaping it. You held your breath as panic overtook your thoughts. He was going to drown you in Deku's own agency. You were going to drown. You were going to die.
Pressure built up as little bubbles of your last breath floated from your lips. Two faces stared impassively down at you. Fear boiled through your veins along with the lack of oxygen and no matter how much you wriggled in their grasp, you couldn't break free. A last-ditch effort to scream for help sounded muffled, a barely audible version of his name but you sincerely hoped that somehow Deku would be able to hear it anyway.
Pain squeezed your head to the limit and fire burned through your lungs. Darkness tinged your vision so you squeezed your eyes shut in an effort to will it away. Blood rushed through your ears drowning out your own pitiful attempts to call for help through the water.
Briggs's satisfied smile was the last thing you'd see. Your body's strength gave out as his fading face was the last thing you saw in the darkness swimming through your mind. He didn't make it in time after all.
Izuku took the stairs two at a time as he rushed up to the third floor where the night staff operated. His shoes echoed around the stairwell before he came to the landing and burst through the door.
The bright lights hit his eyes and he blinked before scanning the area. The newest rookie sitting at a nearby desk jumped at his sudden entrance before jumping to his feet.
"Deku!" He stammered, obviously caught off guard. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd gone home?"
"Kenma," Izuku turned to him. "Where's Saza?"
"At the security desk. Why? What's happened?" He asked, confused as he sat straight.
"I don't know yet." Izuku's expression darkened as he headed for the security room.
Security for the building was spearheaded by Saza's office, his chief of security. The door was open slightly when he arrived but he still knocked before coming in.
"Saza," Izuku called, stepping into the dim office.
The man looked up from his desk. A panel of screens filled the wall beside them, showing the live feeds of nearly every corner of the building.
"Midoriya, what's brought you here?" The older man asked.
"Y/N." He explained, turning to the wall of screens, examining each one as he talked. "We left together earlier, but we'd mixed our phones up and when I came back to switch them, she was gone. Well her car was still here." Izuku shook his head with a frustrated sigh. "I think something's happened. What have you seen?"
Saza narrowed his eyes and stood up to go stand next to Izuku. He also examined the screens. "Nothing."
"What do you mean nothing?" He looked at the man. "Something happened. She's not in her car. The window's been smashed. How can you say nothing's happened?"
"Just as it looks." Saza tapped the screen of the parking garage where your car still sat. "There's been no movement here all night."
"All night?' Izuku clenched his fist, staring at the screen. "This isn't right."
"It certainly sounds like it."
"No, I mean this footage. It isn't right. My car is parked next to hers right now. This footage is wrong. It's…looped."
Saza went back to his desk and pulled out a flashlight. "I'll do a perimeter sweep. If she's here, we'll find her sooner or later."
"The later is what I'm worried about," Izuku muttered. "Stay here and see if you can fix the footage. I'm going to search the lower floors."
Izuku stepped back out of the office, running into Kenma who stood just outside. "Let me help too."
He didn't have time to argue. "Let's go."
The two of them headed for the door when a faint scream drifted through the air. Izuku halted midstep as he listened. It sounded faintly like his name and there was only one person who would be calling for him right now.
"Y/N," he breathed and took off towards the door.
"W-wait!" The rookie, out of desperation, grabbed Izuku's arm. The minute he touched him, his fingers sparked and sent a powerful jolt up Izuku's arm. He stumbled back, his whole right side tingling. Confusion swept through him for only a moment before he turned a furious glare back at Kenma.
"What are you doing?"
His eyes widened as he faced a confused, and at the moment, quite terrifying look on his boss's face. "I- they...I'm sorry!" He finally managed to say.
"Kenma, deactivate your quirk." Izuku stepped towards him, speaking quietly.
He glanced at the door and in a moment of hesitation finally shook his head. "I can't."
Izuku's feet froze, muscles spasming, forcing him to his knees. The shock had spread through the rest of his body. He remembered exactly how the boy's quirk worked, he even helped him develop this very move. It was a special move, one aimed at detainment rather than an offensive attack. It rendered his muscles immobile for a period of time, a great technique when dealing with villains. But why on earth would he try attacking Izuku now of all times?
"I'm so sorry Deku!" He stumbled back just a bit as he met his gaze.
The boy's quirk had developed quickly with Izuku's guidance, but it still needed work, especially with a new move he'd only learned recently. Straining his body, he quickly pulled the little kinetic power he had of Fa Jin into his feet and launched himself at Kenma. The two collided and crashed into his desk, splintering the wooden structure down the middle. With his concentration pulled, the electric force lost its hold on Izuku who restrained the boy with ease.
"I don't have time for this!" He grabbed Kenmas hands and used the rookie's own zip ties to restrain them.
Kenma stared into those desperately wide green eyes before shutting his own. "They won't hurt her. They promised they wouldn't."
"Who are they?" He tightened his grip.
"I...I don't know. They wore disguises. Deku, they threatened my family."
Izuku pushed that angry ball of fury down as he stared at the terrified kid in front of him. "You should've come to me Kenma. Never trust a villain. But I need you to believe me that I can help you."
Kenma buried his face into the floor, tears staining the carpet. "I'm sorry." The broken whisper was barely audible.
Standing up, he stared down at him. The loud crash had drawn Saza out of his office. "Keep him here Saza and call the police...and tell them we need an ambulance." He didn't miss the way Kenma's eyes shot up at his own. "I'll be back."
Not needing to be told twice, the old man nodded.
With one more glance back at the deflated hero, he rushed from the room and back into the stairwell. The scream had to have come from the floor below.
He'd have to deal with Kenma later but he was sure he knew who was behind this whole mess in the first place. The timing couldn't have been a coincidence. Which meant that you were in serious danger, despite what Kenma was led to believe. Villains always lied. It was right there on page one in the handbook. In the future, he would need to vet his staff better to prevent something like this from happening again.
Jumping past most of the steps he landed at the base of the stairs with a hard thud. This floor was the main hub. It also housed his office in the back and if these guys wanted in that evidence locker then they'd need to come through this way to do it. He only hoped that he wasn't too late.
Steeling his breath, he opted to take it cautiously and slowly. He opened the door into the darkened office. Soft whispers of voices echoed through the air and the small glow of a flashlight caught his eye. What he saw behind that made his heart nearly stop.
"Y/N!"
That iron grip on your shoulders disappeared leaving you to keep up your own weight which you failed at as the strength already left you. Dropping to the floor like a lead weight you gasped as the water bubble burst, drenching your head and shoulders. Ragged breaths kept you conscious enough to be vaguely aware of Biggs dropping to the floor beside you groaning loudly.
When you gathered enough wits to pull yourself to your knees, clutching the fabric of your shirt, you glanced up. Izuku was standing over the two fallen criminals, sparking brightly in the darkness of the office. He pulled the cuffs off a nearby desk and quickly incapacitated the barely conscious duo then turned to you.
That hard glare immediately softened when he met your wide-eyed stare. His defensive posture drooped and he knelt down, hesitantly resting a hand on your shoulders.
"Are you okay?"
You were still choking back harsh gasps but managed a quick nod. Speaking wasn't an option with panic still firmly lodged in your throat. He nodded along with a reassuring smile, however small and wavering.
"I'm so sorry. I should've realized something was wrong sooner..." He trailed off as he caught sight of your two mangled fingers. His own fingers were gentle and soft as he picked up your hand to examine them.
"K-kinda remind me of you huh?" Your voice came out shaky and broken as you tried to joke with him to alleviate some of the stress.
"We'll get you to the hospital. An ambulance is on its way. " He stood up and helped you to your feet.
"Wait," you stopped as he tried to lead you away from the criminals. "The evidence. They tampered with the evidence."
Izuku glanced at the men on the ground. "I'm not concerned about that right now. We need to get you some medical attention first."
"But-" you blinked as his words sunk in. He cared about you? No that was just him doing his job. "Okay."
He lead you over to a bench and sat you down. After a few moments of silence where you absorbed everything that happened to you, he sat next to you and stared worridly at you.
"I'm okay. Really Midoriya. Thank you for saving me." You whispered, staring at the two men lying unconscious on the ground. "I guess I know just the man to call next time I'm in danger."
"I still have your phone by the way." Izuku offered you a small smile and pulled the device out of his pocket.
"Um, yours might be a little damaged." You confessed, glancing up at him.
He smirked. "I know. Found what was left of it in the garage."
"Sorry."
Izuku wrapped his arm further around your shoulders to pull you in close for a comforting side hug. The warmth seemed to flow into you even as the cold wetness the water left behind lingered.
"This is in no way your fault." He met your gaze head-on. "I exposed you to needless danger and for that I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel unsafe so I can put in a transfer for you. I always bring trouble." That last bit was muttered under his breath but you still stopped in your tracks when you heard it.
"I like what I do Midoriya. I like helping you and I like working here...with you." You grabbed the fabric of his shirt around his midsection. "I want to be helpful to you so I want to stay if you'll let me."
He stopped for a moment, eyes searching your own. "Of course I want you to stay. I couldn't think of anyone else to do a better job."
A blush of heat raced to your already burning cheeks. "But maybe we install better alarms."
He nodded with a sudden seriousness. "I promise I'll never let you be put in such danger again. I want to keep you safe Y/N, I care about you too much."
You relished in his words before he realized what he said and blushed an adorable pink. But he met your gaze, a little bit of that rebellious determination blazing in those bright green eyes of his.
"Do you really mean that?" You whispered, a bit afraid to hear the answer.
"Of course. I hope that's okay?" He asked, his voice wavering a bit.
"More than okay." Your good hand tightened around the fabric of his shirt before he grasped it in his own and squeezed.
"Hey, I have a question for you."
He looked on curiously. "What is it?"
"When you get a new phone are you going to get a different case?"
He blinked before laughing. "You just want me to change the old one!"
"I did get this one first. It's only fair." You smirked.
"You're playing hardball here." He pulled you closer and you snuggled up into his side. "But I'll consider it If you help me pick out a new one."
You rested your head on his shoulder, exhaustion from the ordeal finally catching up to you. "You got it Midoriya. I have the perfect case in mind."
"Izuku." He said quietly.
"Hmm?"
"Call me Izuku. I think you've more than earned it." He turned his head a bit to hide his blush.
"Are you sure?" You fought the weariness to raise your head.
He nodded, an uncertain worry crossing his face.
"Okay...Izuku." the name rolled so smoothly off your tongue that you couldn't help the bashful smile that played across your lips.
He grinned, his freckles almost sparking a bit and he pulled you into a full hug. "I'm glad you're okay. You have no idea how scared I was when I saw you there. You mean a lot to me."
For the second time that night, you nearly died but for some reason, you were perfectly content with the second instance. Maybe it was the coziness of laying in his arms or the aura of protectiveness radiating off him but you couldn't help but repeat his words over and over again in your head. ' You mean a lot to me .'
"Does that offer to go to Blossoms still stand? I'm starving after all that." You asked dropping your head back into his shoulder with an exhausted sigh.
"Of course it is." He wrapped you tight in his arms and rested his cheek on the top of your head. "It's a date."
You were quite glad that he couldn't see the heat blooming across your face, but you buried your face into his shoulder to hide the curl of your lips at his words. A date. It was hard won to be sure but you finally got your date.
#izuku midoriya x reader#deku x reader#pro hero deku#midoriya izuku#deku#bnha#mha#my hero academia#angst#hurt/comfort#a bit of fluff thrown in#flirting#sparks of romance#izuku is protective of the things he loves🥺#yes he loves you#when youre not in danger izuku turns into an adorable dork#when you are in danger... Villians be warned#kidnapping#gun violence#broken bones#broken phones :(#drowning#danger always seems to rile up the appetite
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wahhh im thinking about izuku dating an idol all the time to write about it !!!
izuku x idol!reader!
gn reader, the fluffiest fluff ever, maybe a smidge of angst but only the tiniest bit, pro hero deku!, marriage
you and izuku met during your trainee days when you were both attending ua, you were in the general course so you didn’t get to interact as much as you wished you could with the pretty freckled boy from the hero course.
you both became close over summer breaks when he had some time off from hero training and you had break from your idol training!
tries to make it to as many dress rehearsals as he can! if he’s allowed to of course, he’s not trying to get you in trouble!!
your idol group was one of the business courses many ideas on how to monetize their classmates, luckily for you though, all the members of your group were extremely passionate about performing together and didn’t exactly care about the business course basically exploiting you all for a quick buck
even though this group was only temporary for the time being your group members grew extremely close like a family and wished nothing but the best for everyone in their futures!
there’s five members in your idol group, and your debut theme was heroes! you couldn’t name any specific hero due to copyright and other legal stuff the business course talked about, but you could choose your color scheme inspired by your favorite hero!!
obviously why wouldn’t you choose the future symbol of peace, deku! as your main inspiration
the rest of your group members chose pros who were already established as their inspirations and wondered why you would choose someone who just got his provisional hero license
when your group debuted izuku was standing all the way at the front!! he learned the fan chants and some of the choreo from watching you practice
he’s your number one fan!
he definitely cried when you revealed that you chose your light stick color because of him!!
now once you and him actually have your break in your respective industries then seeing eachother gets a bit tough, but you both still make it happen!
you re debuted in a bigger group this time with nine members in the lineup, you were the main vocalist and visual member!
overall a huge fan favorite!!
during fansigns some netizens noticed that there was this green haired fanboy who 1)was at every fansigning and 2) you always met with loads of enthusiasm
then people would always notice that pro hero deku was seen around the city with a person that looked almost exactly like you…..
thus began the dating scandal between you two….
which was very true y’all have been together since your third year of high school but no one knew besides your close friends
lets just say that your pr team and deku’s or team had many sleepless nights over these scandals
in dance practice videos you’d be seen wearing one of deku’s self describing t-shirts, then the next week you’d be wearing extremely limited edition deku merch in another rehearsal video
izuku would be seen buying every version of your group’s albums
he’d be seen with your photocard in his phone case
there would be a picture of you and someone who suspiciously looks like the number one hero drinking coffee together
you would release a solo song on your album which heavily implied that, yes you and deku were in a relationship
both of you would be seen traveling together, holding hands
at some point the both of you would be found at a theme park on a date
your pr teams quit after that lol
when the two of you announced your relationship you miraculously were able to stay in your idol group! apparently dating the number one hero and being part of one of the more popular idol groups is good for business, huh who knew!?
izuku could now publicly be your number one fanboy as he has been since pre debut!!
anytime your group wins awards or releases a new album he always hypes you up on his social medias <3
you’re also extremely proud of your freckled hero and also brag about his achievements on your socials
you’d also help model his merch, or just appear on magazine covers with him every now and then
even with your busy schedules you always make time to unwind with him
when he has missions overseas you always feel extremely worried because you never know if he’s gonna come back to you, some of those days are harder than others and you have to take a break from group activities until you feel better
when he’s on those long missions you also can’t sleep that well, you’re so used to having him close to you, listening to his steady heartbeat and drifting off into sleep
when he does come back he always makes sure to get you your favorite flowers and your favorite dinner to make up for making you worry
your group collabs with him and other pros from time to time, even before you announced your relationship with deku, you’d always get assigned to represent him because you stayed with the same color scheme
one day the both of you post the same exact picture on your socials
it’s a picture of two hands, your softer, delicate hand, next to a bigger, scarred hand, with matching rings. the caption being “until the stars fall out of the sky, my love”
your fans go I N S A N E on twitter, they’re so happy that their idols are getting married and being happy
there’s some backlash from deku’s extreme fans, wishing that you were never in a relationship and saying that you were stealing the number one all to yourself when he belonged to the people….etc.
he made a statement on his twitter that he knows it’s sudden but that he could not be happier with you, telling his fans to respect his happiness and yours
they back off after that, most of them deactivating their accounts lmao
izuku is more than ecstatic to be able to call you his forever, after all you’ve supported him and his dream throughout high school up until now! he’s so grateful that you both met
on your wedding day he posts a compilation of pictures of the both of you together throughout the years captioning it “thank you for loving me, i am seriously the luckiest man in the world to be able to call you mine, i can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle and finally make you a midoriya <3”
people cried
your group members surprised at your reception by performing a new song for you and your husband
you both sobbed
when they finished, you ran to hug them all, super happy that they could be part of your special day
and y’all both live happily ever after, like seriously.
deku is the number one hero, and when your group eventually disbands, you’re almost always number one on the charts with your solo career.
but numbers don’t matter at the end of the day, what matters is that you have izuku and he has you there with him, together until the stars fall out of the sky
#izuku my love <3#izuku mi vida#midoriya izuku x reader#midoriya izuku x you#deku fluff#deku drabble#deku x latinx! reader#deku x poc! reader#deku x idol!reader#deku x reader fluff#izuku midoriya x reader fluff#pro hero izuku#izuku midoriya fluff#izuku fluff
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Once Upon a Time in a Collapsed Building
tags : fluff, gn reader, no use of y/n, moderate(?) injury to reader, reader is hospitalized, reader vomits(minimal description), pro hero deku, aged up, happy ending
a/n : this is literally just a deku x reader meet cute, villain aftermath style! excuse the likely shitty formatting, I’m posting from mobile bc otherwise I’ll never post it lol I wrote this back in 2020 and 1000% forgot about it until recently. 🤷🏼♀️ Also, I took hella liberties with basically everything. How the hero system works, what first aid training they would have, what a concussion does to you, the list goes on lmao I just wanted a cute scenario, no research for meeeee. If you think I’m missing anything in the tags, please let me know!
A few years after graduating from UA, Deku flew up the ladder at the hero agency he started at and now he’s officially a partner. A sidekick no longer. He got called to a crime scene all by himself, a villain attack on an office building, but he finds himself there just a little too late. The villain was already contained, and now it was just the end of the search and rescue for all the people left in the building.
Deku isn’t really what you would call a “rescue” hero, but he knows how to take direction from the other heroes who have more experience and will always help out since big muscles good for lifting wreckage. He’s doing his thing, thinking that all the civilians have been evacuated when he hears a whimper, like someone was in pain. He shouts for the other heroes then starts searching in earnest, calling out that he heard you, he’s coming, he promises!
Finally he lifts a section of wall and there you are, at the bottom of what looks like the remains of a stairwell, cradling one arm to your chest. In his haste to get down to you, he doesn’t get the wall entirely out of the way, and before you know it he’s throwing himself headlong at you, curling himself around you as best he can as the rubble showers down from above.
Unfortunately, he threw himself a little too hard, and his body colliding with yours knocks your head into the wall behind you. Eyes squeezing shut, you can’t help another whine at the nausea rolling in your stomach and the colors swirling behind your eyelids. For a few moments, you can’t hear anything, and then it’s a rough voice, whispering how sorry he is, he’ll get you out of here, everything is going to be fine.
You shiver when he backs away, as best he can under the debris to try and assess the damage. You didn’t realize how warm he was until he was gone. His hand smooths over your hair in an unthinking gesture of calming, before realizing you had been holding your arm awkwardly when he saw you first.
“Your arm, does it hurt?” He asks, crouching in front of you with a sad smile when you nod and grimace at the pain in your head. He asks a few more questions, fingers ghosting up and down your arm until he decides you’ve only dislocated your shoulder. “I could... put it back in place if you want. Or we could wait for them to dig us out of here first.” You reach out to tap on the closest part of him you can find with your eyes closed, fingers finding purchase on his thigh.
“Go ahead,” You croak out, relaxing more heavily against the wall behind you, your fingertips squeezing into the thick muscle of his thigh the only indication of fear he can see. It’s relatively quick on his end, having done this more than once for his more reckless hero friends. For you, it feels like he’s moving in slow mo until he actually pulls to shift your bone into place, white hot pain burning down your arm and into your torso before settling into a dull ache as the joint settles.
Your mouth starts watering, the blackness behind your eyelids spinning as your stomach roils, all of the pain suddenly too much. You use your grip on his thigh to shove at him, eyes flying open to make sure he gets out of the way before you’re scrambling to your knees, nothing but stomach acid burning its way out of your throat. His warm hand settles on your back, hesitantly at first, then more confident as he starts rubbing small circles, trying to keep his guilty conscience to himself. If he’d waited for the other heroes, or been more careful, you wouldn’t have what is most likely a concussion.
A few minutes pass in relative silence, save for for your dry heaving, until finally your muscles relax, a black cloth suddenly dangling in your field of vision. A handkerchief? Whatever it is, you take it from him and wipe your mouth, balling it up in your hand when you’re done. You stiffen when you try to straighten up, the pounding in your head telling you that is not a good idea, until warm hands settle on your upper arms, fingers curled so loosely they might as well not be there.
“I can help?” He suggests quietly, carefully helping you up until your seated between his legs, back to his front with his knees bent on either side. “Just in case. Unstable y’know?” He points up, drawing your attention to the shifting of the wreckage above you, the shouts of heroes finally filtering through the concrete to you. He rests his arms on his knees and laces his fingers together in front of you, all but caging you in. It makes you feel protected, safe enough to close your eyes and let your head drop back against his chest.
He jostles you every few minutes to make sure you don’t fall asleep until a professional can get a look at you, fighting a smile as you groan and weakly swat at his bicep. He knows you must be exhausted, but he can’t risk your health any more than he already has. He thought Uravity was on the scene when he arrived, so surely you’ll be out of there soon.
He’s proved right when the rubble slowly floats away, her wide brown eyes the first thing he sees through the filtered sunlight. She quirks an eyebrow at him, gesturing at you and your position as a hero with a wind control quirk blows the rubble away for her to drop. All he can do is smile and shrug, cradling you in his arms as he stands and uses his quirk to neatly leap out of the little pit.
The next thing you remember is waking up in a hospital, a cottony feeling in your mouth even as an IV drips at your bedside. It’s dark outside and most of the room’s lights are off, so it must be hours later. Glancing around, your eyes lock on a figure in the armchair to your right, slumped forward and breathing slowly. The shock of curly green hair and broad shoulders clues you in. Deku, the hero that had saved you earlier, had come to see you, and for some reason, hadn’t left.
Ochako never did let Deku live down the fact that he met his spouse by giving them a concussion.
#gender neutral reader#deku x reader#deku x you#deku x y/n#deku x gn reader#pro hero deku#I am so soft for him#with his stupid smile and perfect hair and big arms *heart eyes*#🐝 bee’s fics 🌼
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Chapter 19 - Cards against humanity.
Part 2 of Winter Wonderland!
Summary: The gang makes it to the cabins. Izuku and Y/N tries out the fluffy rug in front of the fireplace. The heroes play Cards Against Humanity (MHA version) while drunk. Things get out of hand really quickly.
Warnings: Swear words, suggestive, drinking, drunk shenanigans, absolutely vile Cards Against Humanity cards so please, be aware that this chapter contains a lot of uhm… stuff. 16 +
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“I won, motherfuckers!” Katsuki yells victoriously as he makes it to the top of the mountain with Eijirou in his tail. Needless to say, everyone is in pieces; there’s so much panting going on, Rody is meters behind everyone, actually hyperventilating, you, Kyouka and Izuku are somewhere in the middle but only because Izuku gave you a piggy back ride (with black whip because he’s a good boy and he knows his limits.)
“I’m never… going camping with… heroes… ever again.” Rody pants, his legs shaking like a leaf.
“Who asked you to run with us, huh?” Katsuki retorts with a devilish smirk. “Know your place, weakling!”
“I thought… we are done … hating each other?!” Rody pants.
“This is how he loves, Rody.” Kirishima sighs.
“Jesus, stop fucking talking and sit the fuck down for a second, do you want to die or something?!” Katsuki yells with a red face, from embarrassment or just from the cold, no one will ever know.
The view is absolutely stunning up here; you can see the whole city underneath, the fairy lights connected to the street lights are sparkling happily, the snowflakes are massive but their flow is quite sparse at the moment so you can see everything perfectly as the snow doesn’t obstruct the view too much. Up on the mountain where you are standing right now, the snow is fresh and crisp, completely untouched except for the few imprints of your own shoes, the cabins are also covered in white, fairly lights attached to every single one of them, all sparkling in different colors to make the cabins distinguishable (probably in case someone gets too drunk to remember which cabin they rented. Haha).
“I’m sure I don’t really need to tell you who stays with who but I will do it anyway.” Shouto speaks up as well, clearly excited to be able to do his usual shenanigans. “First cabin: Hitoshi, Denki and Kyouka.” Kyouka and Denki cheers happily. Hitoshi looks… a little bit gobsmacked.
“You guys are getting the bigger cabin which has three separate rooms, so you can sleep alone if you need privacy or you can just use the massive master bedroom and have a sleepover!” Rody chimes in, picking up on the grumpy vibes coming from the lilac haired man.
“Oh, Rody! Do you mind sharing the other big cabin with us?” Yaomomo smiles.
“Yeah, that’s perfect for me!”
“With that said.” Shouto continues. “Momo, Rody and I will share the second cabin. Tamaki and Mirio will get the third one, Katsuki and Eijirou the fourth, which has a massive common space apparently, and Izuku and Y/N are getting the last cabin.”
“If there are any invisible individuals hiding in a bushes, please speak up now. The cabins will be locked overnight and it’s freezing outside.” Yaomomo adds, looking around with clear suspicion.
“Hagakure is not here.” Kyouka speaks up. “I personally asked if she would like to come but she’s away on a mission in America.”
“Splendid.” Momo mutters. “Please make sure to take some pictures for the people who couldn’t make it today. They might not be here in person but let’s make them feel included by sending them selfies and pictures of the place.”
“There’s no reception up here but there is wi-fi in the cabins! Don’t ask how they made that happen, but… yeah.” Rody scratches the back of his head sheepishly.
“Okay, so...” Momo continues. “This is where we usually give warnings, but seeing your faces, I think there is no need to do this today. But please, drink responsibly and don’t do stupid things. Only go outside in groups during the night.”
“Don’t go into the attached onsen while drunk. Trust me, it doesn’t end well if you do.” Rody chimes in, embarrassed. “Hot water and alcohol are a really bad combination.”
“Thank you for your helpful input, Rody! I’m glad to have another reasonable person in this group!”
“You guys know he only knows that because he fucking tried, right?” Katsuki mutters, rolling his eyes aggressively.
“That’s a fair point. But he learnt his lesson!” Mirio, the symbol of positivity adds.
“Hey, can you do something about that rainbow coming out of your ass? It hurts my eyes.” Katsuki makes a snarky comment, trying his best to sound menacing but he can barely hide his smile.
“Stop looking at my juicy peach then!” Mirio turns away, showing off his indeed juicy butt to the “audience” by bending over. The whole gang roars.
“Is this another gay thing I don’t understand?” Shouto asks his girlfriend with a bamboozled look on his face.
“I think it’s just a Mirio thing, to be absolutely honest.” Momo giggles with a fond look on her face. “Let’s go, guys!” She yells once more and everyone makes their way towards their respective cabin.
Izuku takes your hand in his and pulls you towards the cabin excitedly; you go without a single retort.
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“This is so cute!” You yell excitedly right as you go through the main door.
This cabin looks so homey it makes you want to cry. Everything is wood and it’s just how you imagined it in your daydreams; there is a massive, cosy sofa full of blankets, almost the size of a normal living room, yellow fairy lights everywhere on the ceiling. There is a massive fireplace built into the wall, heat emanating from the fire that the staff has started before you arrived, filling the room with warmth and that lovely scent of burning wood.
“The fluffy rug!” Izuku points at the pure white rug by the fireplace exitedly. “It has a fluffy rug!” He doesn’t even let you put your backpack down before he pulls you towards it with childish glee.
“Izuku, we only have half an hour!”
“Shut up, wifey.”
“Izuku, what the hell?!” You giggle to yourself, given up on resisting quite quickly; Izuku takes that as a win and pulls you into his lap, slowly taking the backpack off your shoulders. He throws it on the massive sofa with the help of black whip, then lies down on the fluffy rug with you on top of him. Huh. This position is quite… uhm… suggestive. Huh, take a few deep breaths, will ya?!
You look down to see Izuku’s face and damn, that was a mistake; his hair is splayed out on the rug, his pine green hair even brighter in the sunlight coming in from the massive windows behind him; his face is pink from the cold, his eyes full of wonder as he looks up at you. You can’t help but lower yourself down, leaning on your elbows so you can look into those emerald eyes with nothing but love.
“Hi.” You mutter, your eyes slowly moving down to his puffy lips.
“Kiss me.”
That’s all it took to loose your composure. One sentence.
You kiss him with all you’ve got while Izuku’s hands snake inside your coat and your shirt and the touch sets your whole body ablaze; you slowly open Izuku’s own coat to be able to touch him properly, you hate all these layers, it’s way too hot in here, way too much for your little heart to take in, knowing it can’t go anywhere right now, but you can’t stop, you just can’t, his scent is so addicting, that citrusy pine, that hint of wood and sweat, it’s so Izuku…
You make a small whimper when you feel Izuku’s tongue dancing with yours while he pulls you closer and closer until every single one of your body parts touch.
“Calm down.” You mutter to him (and to yourself), your actions saying the opposite as you deepen the kiss even more. You’ll never get used to being able to this, to kiss the man of your dreams. Needless to say the half an hour passes before you can even put your stuff down properly; you can’t stop enjoying each other on the fluffy rug, probably smelly from all the sweat because heavily kissing in five layers of clothing is the stupidest thing you two could have done right before Katsuki’s grill party. Both of you start laughing as your alarm goes off.
“Well, uhm… should we roll in the snow for a few minutes before we go?” You snicker with your nose in Izuku’s neck.
“Should we just skip it and uhm… continue this?” Izuku retorts back. You can’t help but giggle once again.
“Do you want to die a slow, torturous death?”
“I’m quite sure I’ll be beaten to pulp the second we go through that door while looking like this anyway.”
“Fair point. Let’s go.” You try to pull yourself up but Izuku is not having it.
“One more kiss.”
… you got there half an hour late. I know, shocking.
~•🥦•~
“Today we are playing… drum beats please…” Denki’s body is about to burst from all the energy. Katsuki, still busy plating the food, stops for a second and beats on his thighs. “Thank you! We are playing… cards against humanity!”
The whole gang yells “NOOOOOOOO!”. Except for Denki and Katsuki. They look fucking thrilled.
“And I thought today will be easy.” Momo sighs exasperatedly.
“I want to go home.” Tamaki mutters to Mirio who only smiles at him.
“Okay guys, you don’t need to play if you don’t want to!” Denki retreats. “You guys can be the judges! So who’s playing?”
“Fuck yes!” Katsuki yells.
“I’m in!” Kirishima also joins.
“Hmm…” Izuku mutters then his smile changes into a shit-eating grin. “Fuck yeah.”
“Oh my god, Izuku swore! Hell yeah, man!”
You swear you see some electricity crackling around Denki. Bro must me really excited.
“I think I want to try this game.” Shouto mutters as well.
“Amajiki and I will play together if that’s okay!” Mirio chimes in; bless him, he’s such a sweetheart for trying to keep the shy man in the loop without him being in the centre of attention, knowing way too much that he would probably shit himself if he’d need to read the cards out loud in front of all these people.
Momo, Rody, you and Hitoshi became the judges of the game. You have a feeling this will be a lot of fun.
~•🥦•~
“What would Granma find disturbing, yet oddly charming?” Rody reads out the question loud, buzzing from energy. “Come on, don’t disappoint me.”
The players are already laughing their ass off as they look through their cards. Rody collects the cards and can barely stop laughing.
“All Might’s massive thighs on your face. Wow. Kinky.”
“Shigaraki’s five hundred broken fingers.” Hitoshi reads the next one. “Wow. That’s a good one.”
“Deku’s Big, weird eyes.” You giggle as you read the next card. “That was Katsuki’s. Hundred percent.”
“Oh my god, I really don’t want to read this…. Hawk’s out of control blowjob parties.” Momo’s whole face flushes. The whole gang roars.
“Fat Gum’s soft belly. Awww!”
“Communism. This card is so dry it must have come from Shouto.”
“Fuck you, Rody.”
“Rude.”
~•🥦•~
“Bonus features include never-before-seen footage of…” Momo reads the next question.
This game is getting out of hand already.
“A severed horse penis being hurled at a politician. Okay who the fuck was that?” You giggle to yourself.
“Who the fuck do you think?” Katsuki replies with a shit eating grin.
“A sad, old man. Is that supposed to be an All Might reference?”
“You can NOT just call All Might a sad old man!” Izuku gawks, offended. Everyone ignores him.
“Wigs made of executed LOV members. That’s… wow.”
“All for One riding a baby horse. I need to see that.”
~•🥦•~
“You need to sit here and think about…” You read out the next question. The boys look more and more drunk as the game goes. Izuku is giggling to himself like an idiot the whole time and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
“Stabbing a guy in the eye with an arrow, pulling it out and shooting another guy with it.”
Everyone looks at Katsuki. It’s just so obvious that it’s him.
“Casually suggesting a threesome. Someone needs to get laid.” Rody comments and Kyouka grins like an idiot.
“Throwing your dad into a dumpster and yelling “who’s the daddy now?”” You can’t help but literally snort out loudly at this one. “Okay, I don’t even care about the rest, this one wins.”
“It was me.” Shouto admits and the whole gang gawks at him.
“Damn, I’m impressed.” Even Katsuki can’t help but comment on this one.
“Momo says I have daddy issues.” He mumbles back with a straight face, his cheeks blushed from the alcohol.
Half of the team ends up on the floor, dying.
Kaminari resigns from the game and stays on the floor for the rest of the night.
~•🥦•~
“This year, I’m going to dedicate 100% of my energy to:” Hitoshi reads the card and takes one of the answer cards into his hand. “A Nomu wearing a tiny raincoat and booties. Okay, that’s quite disturbing but kinda cute.”
“You are cute.” Kaminari giggles, still on the floor, completely wasted. An exasperated sigh leaves Hitoshi’s mouth.
“You always talk nonsense when you are drunk.”
“You are cute though. Don’t sell yourself short buddy!” Rody smiles at the purple haired man who flushes aggressively.
“He can’t sell himself short. He’s tall.” Kaminari mutters and goes back to sleep. Your tummy hurts so much from all the laughing but you can’t help but laugh once again.
“Worshipping Stain’s right ear hole.” Momo snort sat this one. “This game has no filter.”
“Sucking Dynamight’s dick until it explodes.” You read the next card, flushing like a virgin.
“I like this game.” Katsuki laughs proudly. “The creator has a good taste.”
“Oh my god, Katsuki.” Eijirou giggles next him with an incredulous look on his face.
“What?” Katsuki retorts. “Feels nice to be appreciated!”
“Time to stop drinking, Kats. Your soft side is coming out.”
“Whatever.”
“Licking shoes.” Everyone looks at Shouto. Shouto just shrugs.
~•🥦•~
“Last round because you all had too much to drink.” Rody reprimands, looking at the pile of people on the floor. The only ones still paying are Mirio, Katsuki, Shouto and Izuku. Tamaki is still sober but he decided to sit in the corner, right next to the pile of people to “keep an eye on them”. It’s absolutely hilarious. You can’t help but take a picture of it. Hitoshi looks like he’s ready to kill as he stares at Denki and Kyouka snuggled up on the floor, right next to the fireplace. No one comments on it. They are too terrified of drunk Hitoshi to do so. “Who’s hot and smelly and about to die?”
“A fucked up alien fish from the deep.” You read the first card.
“All for one’s hope for a “better” future. Damn.” Rody laughs.
“Red Riot’s popularity.” At that, Katsuki smirks right at his drunk fiancé who gives him a side glare for being an asshole. “Oi, it was a joke, you are literally the hottest man walking on Earth.”
When Momo reads the last card, she almost chokes on their saliva.
“We have a winner, guys.” She smirks and shows the card to the rest of the team.
The card simply says…
“Endevour.”
“Jesus fuck, I’m dying.” Katsuki laughs like a maniac, reading out the card out loud. Even Kaminari wakes up to the loud laughter that seems to never end. Izuku is literally crying at this point.
“Oh my god, I will burn in hell for laughing at this but… I can’t stop!”
“Izuku, take a deep breath!” You whine, still laughing your ass off.
“One extra round?” Katsuki smirks at the his friends and he completely ignores the group’s loud “NOOOOOO!” And takes a card from the pile. It’s a two card one, this time. “Okay fuckers, let’s take 5 more extra cards and let’s have some fun with it.” Katsuki gives the card to you to read it out loud.
“Dying from - something - is painless, but I would still prefer -something-. Three, two, one, go!”
This time, everyone reads their own cards out loud because the drunk idiots forgot how to play this game. It’s only Katsuki, Shouto and Mirio in the game now, Izuku laughed so much he made himself sick and now he’s resting in your lap, trying not to throw up. He’s so silly sometimes, honestly.
“They say dying from a tiny dick is painless, but I would still prefer sex with a blindfold.” Katsuki smirks, clearly proud of his own creation.
“Not today, babe.” Kirishima mumbles from the floor and that’s when the whole team roars. Katsuki looks like he’s about to explode.
“They say dying from shame is painless but I would still prefer another war with All for One.” Mirio reads his own answer with a massive smile on his face.
“Damn.”
“They say dying from a firm tofu is painless, but I would still prefer choking on pro hero Deku’s humongous dick.” Shouto KILLS everyone with his his answer. At least half of the gang has tears in their eyes.
Izuku chokes on his own saliva then laughs for a few minutes with his hands on his belly and… runs to the toilet to throw up.
“Emotional damage.” Hitoshi mumbles, smiling like an idiot.
Shouto somehow wins the game. His reward is one of Kaminari’s concoctions that was left on the kitchen counter. Shouto joins Izuku in the toilet a few minutes later.
“Why can’t you guys party like normal people?” Momo sighs, already sobered up.
“Why can’t you pull that stick out of your ass and relax for once?”
“Oh, you mean this one?” Momo creates a random stick from her lower back instead of her tummy, making the whole gang roar once again. It really looked like she just took that out of her ass, bless her creativity for that.
“Katsuki, I can’t laugh anymore. I’m in agony.” Eijirou whimpers on the floor, completely, utterly done with life. You must admit, he looks extremely hot, disheveled like that. Like damn, that guy is a fucking snack. Good job, Katsuki. Good fucking job.
Okay, you definitely had way too much to drink today.
“I’ll get Izu-Izu from the toilet.” You mutter as you stand up from the sofa.
“I’ll take the three bozos home then come back for Shouto.” Momo sighs as he makes his way towards the pile of people on the floor.
“I’ll help!” Tamaki SMILES at her and the whole team gawks. “What? I had fun. And Denki gave me his drink to finish.”
“Oh no, he’s been tainted with the Denki juice.” Hitoshi mumbles. Tamaki answers by growing a potato on his arm. “Huh. I guess there was vodka in it.”
Needless to say, NO ONE makes it home after that. At least the floor is nice and warm, thanks to the lovely fireplace in the wall. Katsuki doesn’t even look surprised, he just throws a bunch of blankets on everyone and lies down next to Eijirou, giggling to himself happily.
“Best party ever.”
… Next Chapter!
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Imagine Pro Hero Deku and Dynamight in disguise to see the new All Might exhibit that took years to put together.
There was a field trip happening with children to see the exhibit. One of them wanders off with a notebook ready on hand to have a small lizard with small wings on its back on top of his cap.
He quietly approached the two men who were quietly arguing in front of a hero suit, tugging on the red-haired male that matched his eyes. The hero’s eyes land on the child holding up a notebook with child-like writing, asking for their autograph in a very formal manner. That is the first thing he sees before glancing over at the child, who starts to be terrified under his stare.
The other hero was wearing a disguise of black hair and purple eyes, with no freckles in sight. He kneels to the child's level before asking for the notebook. The boy immediately turns to a fresh page and shakily hands it over.
Izuku could feel it wasn’t your original notebook because the quality of the paper felt more like a sketchbook.
Katsuki was looking at the child, who looked like he was trying to keep it together to not freak out over the heroes. His eyes shone similar to those of the male next to him when he was younger, who was taking his sweet time signing the boy’s book. He pushes the idea to the back of his head because it has been years since the other hero even hooked up with anyone.
The more he looks at the child, mayb-
The notebook with a fresh new page was put in front of him, blocking his view of the child. He takes it and signs with a different color marker the child was holding, and now he understands why Izuku took longer. It is a high-quality paper, most likely to be hung, seeing how young the fanboy is.
“How did you know it was us?” Izuku asks out of curiosity since they are wearing high-end equipment that is often used for undercover missions as disguises.
“Your scent. He smelled you.” The child with green eyes, just like him, points at the creature lying on top of the boy’s cap. Izuku stares at the creature above him that reminds him of someone from his past. The more he looks at it, the more of a stink eye the lizard is giving him, similar to one that he has but in a different form.
The book gets returned to the boy, causing the boy to grin. He immediately puts it in his backpack and whispers a thank-you to the heroes before excusing himself and running off to the group of children on the other side of the building. He was quiet with his steps as the two heroes watched him join his classmates.
It seems like he doesn’t say anything about them being there.
“You noticed it, right?"
“Now we know, we need to tell Mei that she has to cover our scents since that's how we were discovered.” Izuku obliviously attempts to change the subject, trying not to think about the possibility.
“Deku."
“Kacchan, she was found dead.”
So Bakugou doesn’t mention that your last name was on the boy’s notebook when he closed it to hand it back. They continued enjoying the exhibit, but Izuku kept glancing over at the kids whenever they were in the same room.
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Fallen Angel Part 2
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Words- 7K
Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Hawks x Trainee!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, violence, stalking tendencies, (TW: Child Abuse- with an adult to the reader, Psychological abuse, emotional abuse), later chapters will have more triggering content
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First Name: Y/n
Last Name: L/n
Age: 16
Quirk: Angel Wings (With wings that resemble an angel, she can use them to fly and fight, she can fly up to 200 mph the fastest she has ever gone is about 300 when racing Hawks. She can also use her wings as a shield against attack by slightly hardening the feathers, but if enough damage can fail on her. Unlike Hawks she can’t remove her feathers to fight so has incorporated a staff in her fight style; melee combat)
Hero Name: Halo
Affiliation: Student at U.A. and Hero-in-Training (Under Commission)
Family: Unknown
BY CLICKING KEEP READING YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRIGGERING CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE AHEAD
Your time at U.A. continued as your friendship with the girls grew as they taught you many pop culture things that you were unfamiliar with. Ashido almost fainted when you didn’t have a clue what Tiktok was. Your relationship with your male classmates in and outside school also grew. You grew close with Midoriya through both of your heightened ambitions of becoming heroes, you two once had spent a training day together and he was in awe with your quirk and how you didn’t think of it as a separate part in battle but as an extension to your fighting style making it quite fluid. He would ask many questions about it as well as the commission and Hawks or other Pro Heroes that you knew.
During training one day during class, you were paired with Bakugo while many thought it would be a death sentence but the two of you bonded. Even though you completely whooped his ass in battle, your attitude in battle and outside wasn’t what he expected. With your association with the Hero Commission and how Hawks had been your mentor he assumed you had similar fighting styles and attitudes, which was the complete opposite. You didn’t underestimate him as a fighter and throughout the battle, you were serious and didn’t hold back in hurting him just like he didn’t. He thought it was funny how you lack social cues, making yourself blunt sometimes when having conversations with others. He saw you as a proper rival to strive and beat one day.
The cool winter breeze blows through both of your hair as you walk. You and Midoriya made your way down the streets heading to wherever he was leading you to. It was different hanging out with everyone but now that it was just the two of you it was a completely different field. You were confused when he asked to hang out with just you, it was usually sparring or studying with the others. The girls say it was definitely a date that still confused you and they had to explain it.
“He likes you~” Mina coos and the other girls giggle.
“Well I hope so if we are to be friends and classmates.” You say putting your books away grabbing your shoes from your locker everyone heads back to the dorms ready for winter break while you get ready to head home. With your late arrival to U.A, Heights Alliance didn’t have a room available for you which would have been cool living with your friends. But the commission rather you live at the Hawks’ Agency or at the headquarters where you could be better monitored.
“No Y/n he likes you in a romantic way, like that way.” Momo explains and you nod slowly.
“Isn’t that a bit unprofessional with us becoming heroes, the Commission will probably not allow a ‘date’.” You say.
“It’s fine you both teenagers this stuff is normal and forget about the Commission you’re allowed to have a life.” Jiro says and you nod.
“L/n!” You heard him yell and you see him coming over and the girls laugh at the brief smile growing on your face and how red your face is.
“Tell us everything tomorrow.” Uraraka says and you nod and Midoriya is now in front of you.
“Hey you ready to go.” You nod, and wave goodbye to your friends, sad to not see them over the break but you head off.
Both you and Midoriya head to the train station that takes you to the city. It was a bit silent between the two of you as you walk. You would look over to him and he would be facing forward or the few times he would be looking at you too. You both would look away, your faces heating and growing flush.
“Soo are you excited about doing work studies, this is your first one since you just joined this fall.” Midoriya asks and you nod.
“Yeah even though the commission already decided who I am already interning with, it will be exciting to do actual hero work.” You had received your license before you arrived at U.A. Conveniently around the same time Class 1-A did but it was at a different location and a much harder exam for the Commission 'proteges’.
“Where are you leading me to Midoriya?” You question and his face went red.
“Uh just this place I thought you might like, it’s a bit of a surprise and all.” He stuttered, and you continue following him. After the train ride and walking for a while you end up in front of a building that had flashing lights and people coming in and out.
“You lead me to a colorful building?” You tilt your head in confusion and he smiles.
“It’s an arcade, you go and play games.” He explains bringing you inside. You immediately were hit with loud music playing and the sound of multiple games being played, kids were running around and the smell of grease and sweat made your nose scrunch up. “Come on, let's go get coins.” Midoriya says bringing you over to a machine that took his money and gave him gold coins in exchange.
“So we just play for skill?” You ask, looking at the variety of machines.
“Well some people do but you do it for fun, just something to make you feel good.” He tries explaining to you.
“Well which game will be fun?” You ask and he smiles, dragging you over to a machine that reads ‘Mario Kart’
“It’s a racing game, with these characters from Nintendo!” Midoriya says. Putting in some coins so you both could race. You sat down in the seat slightly uncomfortable with the large plastic seat against your wings but you manage.
“So it’s just like driving?” You say looking at the pedals and wheels.
“Yes, exactly like that.” He says and you both choose which character, he chose Toad so you chose a green lizard character named Yoshi.
You were quite confused at first about where you were going on the track and how to use the boosters but you ended in 4th place which was shocking for your first time. After going around and playing more games and earning tickets which Midoriya explained would get us prizes at the end.
“So what game do you wanna play next? They have skee ball or we could go do laser tag unless you're hungry and we can go and get food.” Midoriya rambles on as you walk around the arcade. Many games pass by you but what caught your interest was the large track with multiple smaller cars going around it.
“That. What’s that?” You point to it and he looks over.
“Oh that’s go-karting, it's what Mario Kart is based on, we can go on it if you wan-” You didn’t give him time to finish grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the line that leads to it. You felt excited seeing the people fly around the track seeing them drift and turn racing one another. You were the next group going together.
“We can go together if you want. Some karts hold more than one.”
“I’m fine going by myself, it’s like a race. One of us has to win.” You explain now all focus just like if you were going into a fight.
“Yeah, definitely the loser will buy dinner.” Midoriya jokes around and you nod, “That is an excellent idea, that is the deal.” You shake his hand and he fumbles trying to tell you he was joking but you were now determined to win.
“Regular karts are in the first and second row, Shifting karts are in the third and fourth row.” An employee calls out as you enter the track with other people.
You place your school bag to the side before heading towards the back rows but Midoriya grabs your arm, “You sure you don’t wanna get on the regular go-kart, it is your first time.” He asks and you shake your head,
“I will be fine, thank you for your concern.” You say heading to a blue go-kart with the number two on the side. Everyone is given a helmet as they buckle in preparing themselves. You see Midoriya upfront turn around giving you a thumbs up which you return and face forward.
“Alright everyone, 3 laps around the track, you will be timed. The top three places will earn prizes with number one earning two thousand tickets and a gift card here. Good luck racers, you may start your engines and wait for the green light.” The employee yells and people on the sidelines cheer for you all on the track.
“Hey kid.” A guy next to you calls out, “Don’t think about trying to win, that prize is mine.” He was older than you, probably around Keigo’s age, which was kinda weird that he was that determined to win at an arcade.
Looking forward to the lights as it changes from red to yellow. Wait, you press down on the gas and brake feeling the engine revving, wait. It stays on yellow, everyone hanging onto their seat ready to take off, engines revving. It changes to green and you let go of the brake press harder on the gas and fly past some people as the race begins. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you speed through the track making your way up places passing another person getting in fifth. Shifting again makes your boost forward, passing the person in fourth. As you begin your second lap a kart passes in front of you making you frown, getting neck and neck with the cart you glance seeing them looking back at you and you recognize the green eyes staring back at you. Midoriya gives you a short wave focusing back on the race. You both get to a corner and you're given the advantages of drifting along the turn when you end up on a straight track you shift, sending you peeling forward passing Midoriya, and bringing yourself up to the second place.
You make the turn passing the starting line now on your last lap, looking ahead of you, you see the same kart that was the guy from earlier, he must be pretty serious about winning. Speeding forward you both are neck and neck each of you making progress onto to be tied with the other. You both feel pressure on you two as you make the last turn ahead of you is the finish line. You were in first when he slams his kart against yours, pinning it to the side and you struggle to get out of the situation. What made matters worse was this guy became an asshole as he dared to reach over and grab your wing and pull at it in an attempt to make you fail. Your feathers immediately harden making him pull away but with one hand on the wheel, you had your opportunity. You brake, and you pull out of the pin, making him crash against the railing, shifting, pressing on the gas you flew ahead past him and over the finish line winning the race. You all do another lap getting separated so the karts could go back in the right order. As you unbuckle yourself you hear them announce the winners.
“In third cart eighteen, in second cart five, and first place cart two! Congratulations to our winners, please come forward and claim your prize.” You pull off your helmet, your hair gets in your face, and people around you congratulate you as well as people on the sidelines and others in the line. You give a small wave and you see Midoriya rushing over to you, his hair slightly messed from his helmet.
“Woah, you were amazing! You were like WOOSH and like VHOOM, you were like crazy good. When did you learn how to drive like that!” He bounces in excitement using his hands to describe your driving.
“Thank you Midoriya, the commission taught me the basics in driving vehicles in case of emergency, but Mirko is a fan of classic cars so she taught me specifically manual.” You explain as you grab your bag and both make your way to the go-kart counter. “Hello, I’m here to collect the first prize for the go-karts.” You say to the attendee.
“You were in cart two.” He says surprised and you nod.
“Yes I am, am I at the wrong place, Midoriya is this the right count-”
“No no you’re at the right place, I’m just surprised is all.” He says and he pulls out the gift card and the tickets. “Have a good day you two.” He says and you both walk towards the prize counter.
“So after that, we collect prizes with the tickets we won.” You ask and he nods.
“The more tickets you have the cooler prizes you can get.” He explains and you both count up your tickets with the tickets you earned playing games and the prize money from racing you had 2,500 tickets. “Let’s look around and see what we should get and we’ll meet back here.” Midoriya says before going off to look at the other prizes, while you look over at the array of prizes to select.
“Mommy, look, it's an All Might figure, can we get it?” You heard a boy say and you turn and see a little kid pointing towards an action figure of the hero. A sticker next to it says 2,400 tickets.
“I’m sorry baby you only have 200 tickets, maybe next time we can get it, how about you try to find other prizes.” The mother says and the boy frowns but nods, going off to look. You look back at the boy and the prize before going over to the counter right as Midoriya came over as well.
“Did you find something?” he asks and you nod “Can I get that All Might figure over there.” You ask the worker pointing over to the shelf holding it.
“Yeah let me get your tickets and I can grab it from the back.” You gave it to them and they hand back the leftover, before heading to the back.
“All Might, I was expecting Hawks or Mirko but it’s cool that you like him.” He says and the worker came out again holding the box.
“Here you go, have a good day.” You took the toy and you both walked out of the section.
“Here are the extra tickets, I’m not sure what else to get.” You gave him a hundred tickets and you saw walking towards the exit the same boy and his mother. “One-moment Midoriya.” You say rushing after them as they get outside.
“Excuse me, ma’am.” You call out and she stops turning around as well as her son. “I heard that your son didn’t have enough tickets, so I got the toy he wanted.” You say holding the box and the kid’s eyes lit up as he rushes over grabbing the box.
“It’s the All Might figure!”
“I’m sorry I can’t accept this really, you spent all that for it.” She tries to give it back to you but you shake your head.
“It wouldn’t do me much just on a shelf, but he’ll probably use much more than I will. So please accept this gift.” You say and she almost cries thanking you multiple times and the son gives you a huge grin thanking you as well. Midoriya came over without you knowing, watching the interaction the woman turns to him.
“You must be so lucky to have such a caring girlfriend.” She says and Midoriya’s face went red.
“S-she she’s not- we’re.” “Thank you ma’am I try.” You respond and his face gets even redder. The mother and the son leave and he gives you one last wave and thank you as they turn the corner.
“That was really nice of you.” He says you look over at him.
“He would have more fun than me unless you wanted it I’m sorry.” You bow now feeling bad and he waves his hands frantically telling you it was fine.
“It’s all good really, anyway I used the last of our tickets to get us both a gift, it's not much but they both have our initials.” Midoriya rubs the back of his neck before showing you two simple bracelets he got. It was a simple cord connected to a metal circle impressed was the letter (Y/i) and ‘I’. “See how we match.” He says taking your wrist and putting the bracelet on for you and you did the same. You look down at the bracelet and back up at him, he had a small smile on his face.
“Thank you Midoriya.” You say and his smile widens a pink tint ghosting his cheeks.
“N-no problem. So you won and all so where do you wanna eat?” He asks and you shrug.
“I don’t really go out to eat so I wouldn’t know, you can choose.” You say and he nods, thinking for a bit before walking.
“I know just the place, it's this really good place that Todoroki showed me once.” You both walk next to each other as you make your way through the city.
“That was nice of that lady to say I was your caring girlfriend.” You say out of nowhere and Midoriya chokes on his spit coughing a bit.
“Um..oh that..well you’re not my girlfriend though.” He says his face was as red as a tomato.
You frown confused, “Am I not your friend that is a girl?” You question and he laughs, shaking his head.
“Well yes you are, but girlfriend usually means like in a romantic way.”
“Ah I see then you are my boyfriend non-romantically.” You say and he smiles at your interesting way of saying, friend.
“Yes and you’re my girlfriend non-romantically.” He laughs and you feel your lips curl up and your face grow warm. What is this tight feeling in your chest? You both end up at the restaurant that had seating outside as well. “We can sit outside since it's nice, let’s order first then we’ll sit.”
You both make your way inside Midoriya and order Katsudon while you order some cold soba grabbing the drinks you order as well. You remember Todoroki recommending you to try it during lunch one time. You both went outside and you took your bag off hanging it on the back of your chair.
“I’m starving. Today was a very long day.” Midoriya groans, leaning his head back and stretching his arms up. Your eyes flicker to the small sliver of his skin that appear from under his shirt and you quickly look away feeling heat flood your face. You quickly nod, taking a sip from your drink trying to calm your burning face and racing heart. What is this feeling? You stretch your wings slightly and a few feathers fall landing on the floor. You grab the few that fell, putting them in your bag when one gets blown away by the wind.
“That’s the one thing I dislike about these wings, the constant loose feathers, sure they regrow back but still.” You complain, closing your bag so they don’t get out.
“Your quirk is quite amazing though, and with you, in the commission, once we finish school you’re gonna have a great start going Pro.” He is somewhat jealous of the opportunity you have, while you were the complete opposite.
“Yeah...the commission is great.” You sigh looking away. Your whole life has been people leaving you and now that you had a place that took care of you and all that. It just wasn’t what you expected in a home.
“What’s wrong?” Midoriya asks, his hand reaching over and touching yours.
“It’s nothing bad really, just the commission is all I have and without it, I would be a nobody. It’s the only true home I have, that doesn’t really feel like one.” You explain and he squeezes your hand making you look at him.
“Well home isn’t always where you live and all, it could be a place you visit or people; your friends. We can be your home...I can be part of your home.” You both look at each other, everything around going faint and quiet. Just the two of you. Home with him would be nice.
“Midoriy-”
You’re cut off by the sound of a phone ringing. ‘I AM HERE! I AM HERE!” the sound calls out and you both turn to his phone on the table next to him.
He flips over his phone and stands up quickly, “It’s All Might, I just need to take this call real quick.” He says and you wave him off telling him it’s good and he heads inside, probably to the bathroom to answer the call. You look at the hand that Midoriya was holding and you feel your face get warm once again. ‘Jesus what is wrong with me?’ you sigh, slapping your hands against your cheeks trying to get the redness to fade and get your mind focused.
Looking towards the street, cars bustling by as well as people, they all had places to go and things to do free to do what they want. Free, god what you give to just be free from everything, the commission, school, expectations, the past, just everything. ‘It would be nice to fill that free time with Midoriya’ You thought. Nope..nope just yourself free time with yourself. You look back to the street and still see someone standing in the middle of the busy crowd just staring at you. You couldn’t tell who it was because they were quite far away but people walk past him not caring what he was doing and going on their way. You were frozen as you both stare at each other from across the road. A chill went through when he took off the mask he was wearing and sunglasses, and you felt fear go through you. It was the man that you met at the convenience store that one night, you were certain he was the one following you.
He lifts his hand making the symbol of a phone right on cue your phone buzzes making you jump. You look over at your phone seeing a message from an unknown number, “Nice first place.” as well as a photo of you mid-wave when people were congratulating you. You felt nauseous, a lump forming in your throat and you turn back towards where he was but he was gone. Whoever that person was, they were there during the arcade, how long were they there, was he following you two, how long has he been watching?
A hand grabs your shoulder making you turn quickly, gripping their wrist, but you release them when you saw it was Midoriya. “Hey, you okay?”
You nod looking back towards the street, everything is normal now, “Yeah sorry I was in my head you just frightened me is all.”
He understood, grabbing your hand, “Sorry about that then, I saw that our food was ready.” You follow him inside grabbing your meal before heading back outside. The rest of the meal was spent with you two talking and it got your mind off the messages and the man but it still left a sour feeling with you. You head towards the train station that would be taking Midoriya back to U.A.
“You sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” He asks again as the train he needs pulls into the station and people begin to board.
“Me flying is gonna be faster than the train ride, I’ll be home before you get there. I’ll be good.” A final announcement goes off calling the last people to board. “Go, don't wanna miss your ride.”
He nods going to board but turns at the last moment pulling you into a hug, you stiffen unsure what to do but you bring your hand up rubbing his back.
“I had a lot of fun L/n.” He says before rushing to the train. The doors close right as he enters and he turns to face you. He waves to you with a huge grin on his face and you could see his face was slightly red, giving him a weak wave, your face probably red as well the train leaves the station the wind blowing your hair. You leave with a small smile on your face, it was fun, you had fun. You fix your bag making your way down the streets.
“How long are you gonna trail after me like a creep.” You call out and you hear his familiar laugh, “Come on kid, I see you with someone I get curious.”
Hawks land next to you, both of you walking side by side, “Curiosity killed the cat.” You say
“Well it’s a good thing I’m not a cat, so who’s the boy? You guys together? Oh, the Commission would flip.” He questions you, poking your still red face.
You slap his hand away, “He’s just a friend, we were just hanging out.” You say grabbing your headphones and glasses.
“You hanging out with a boy…alone. I’m going to have to talk with him.” He says his face was getting all serious making you laugh.
“You go do that Keigo.” You say stretching out your wings before taking off to head home, Hawks following after you. Landing on your balcony with him, he continues to pressure you with questions.
“He’s just a classmate, we hung out with others before, the only difference was that it was just us.” You say putting your glasses and headphones in your bag and unlocking your balcony door to head inside.
“Yeah but still, you are getting older, you're gonna get friends, possible lovers, these things are gonna help your life after being locked away with the Commission.” He says both of you were walking inside when the lights turn on blinding you for a quick second because neither of you turned it on.
“I believe Halo’s life in the Commission is none of your concern, Hawks.” Ms. Takeda says and you both froze not expecting the Commission to show up, “Now if you excuse us I need to have a conversation with Halo.”
The door to leave your home opens and more officers from the Commission go to escort Hawks out, “With all due respect Takeda you barge into my Agency without warning or prior appointmen-”
“I believe it was the Commission that gave you this Agency, your life is built on the Commission.” Takeda says both Hawks and Takeda stare at each other, Hawks was ready to cause a fight and Ms. Takeda didn’t like it when things didn’t go her way.
“Hawks,” You say, making him look at you, “Just go, it's alright.” Your face is void of any emotions as you look down. Hawks sighs but leaves shoving off the agents trying to manhandle him out the room. The door closes behind him and you hear the click of the lock sealing you in the room with them.
“Halo what is your job in the Commission?” Ms. Takeda asks and you stand to attention, as still as a soldier.
“Train to become one of the top heroes and continue to keep the stable image of the Commission and hero society intact with my work.” You say the phrase had been practically shoved in your brain, your job, your mission.
“Your job is exactly that, but how do you keep a good image when you’re seen fooling around at an arcade with a boy.” She says turning her tablet and it’s a video of you when they call out the winners, your hair slightly messed up as you wave, it ending when Midoriya comes over to you.
“We were just hanging out, it was fun.” You mumble looking down,
“Mumbling will get you nowhere in the future Halo, do drop that habit. I’ve told you they become distractions and here you are slacking off.” Takeda sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Hawks would have never done this when he was your age, if you want to become him these things must stop immediately.” But you like your friends, you were happy with them, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time with the Commission.
“Maybe I don’t wanna be him.” You mumble looking away.
“The mumbling Halo.” Takeda tsk, a frown on her face.
“Maybe I don’t want to be him, ma’am.” You say louder looking at her so she could hear you and she looks up at you.
“Excuse me.”
“I’m able to go to this amazing school and meet amazing people. Creating friendships with them and they help me become a better person and hero. I have spent my entire life force to become someone else, why can’t I be myself? Why do I have to be Hawk’s protege or the commission's next winged hero? I never had a life outside the commission. I'm as confused as a newborn child, I don’t know anything about the world out there but what you tell me. If you would just let me-” A burning sensation fills your face as your head snaps to the side. Ms. Takeda lets out a huff of air, her hand stinging slightly from the slap while you look away, hair covering your face.
“You had nothing without us and without us you are nothing. You will follow the orders that I or higher-ups from the commission give you and these mistakes you’ve shown will be fixed.” She spat out grabbing her things as she and the agents head to the door, “If these mistakes are not fixed the Commission is more than willing to replace Hawks as your mentor, there are other heroes that are more than available to snuff out this rebellious phase.” She says the door closing behind her.
You feel your throat tighten up and your eyes begin to burn, frantically rubbing the unshed tears from your eyes you take in a shaky inhale. God, you hate this feeling. Like everything around you was falling away and you’re trying to grab everyone you care about but are unable to get everyone. Why is she nice to you then so cruel? She's like this because she cares. They do this because they want you to learn. But you’re failing because of this, you’re nothing with the Commission, you’re nobody without this stupid quirk. You hear your phone go off and you go and grab it from your bag that was on the floor.
You open it and see a message from Midoriya, “Hey hope you got home safe, I had a lot of fun again and can’t wait to see you after the break. Also, the class is throwing a Christmas party and it would be awesome if you came, let me know :)” You felt your sorrows lift slightly seeing the message from him. You responded that you would go because right now you didn’t care what the commission had to say. You got a glimpse of a normal life with your friends. You weren’t going to let that go. You change out of your uniform into some sweatpants and a sweater you stole from Keigo. Pouring the tea you made to soothe your nerves you head to your balcony sitting in one of the chairs overlooking the view. When Keigo gave you a place to live he made sure it had a balcony with a great view of the city with your lack of time you spent outdoors as a child, as well as easy access to come and bother you. Taking a sip of your drink you close your eyes leaning your head back against the chair unknowing of the eyes watching your every movement.
Throughout your break, you had spent it training after the Commission up the hours thanks to Ms. Takeda, any free time you had was spent with Keigo or texting your friends, especially Midoriya. While your break had been quite peaceful at times, you worry about the unknown man increasing when he would send you messages. They were usually compliments about your fighting skills or how you helped a woman with her groceries once. At first, you thought it was someone playing a joke but it got worse when they got more gross and personal, talking about your looks or how your hero costume would look better off you. You didn’t know what to do, could you go tell the commission that someone is potentially stalking you or the police, the messages were nothing threatening to harm you or others but it still made you feel off.
It was the night of Class 1-A’s Christmas party, you found out by Mina that it was a secret Santa as well. You live on tea having a variety of flavors, drinking it to relax or just daily. You had bought a box that had an assortment of tea blends which also includes a teacup and saucer for your secret Santa gift. You had also bought a gift for Midoriya, you had gone on a dinner run for you and Keigo after he came over from a patrol he was on. You passed by the store and saw inside the windows an All Might keychain that was from the Silver age that was a special edition, you quickly bought it heading home. The car pulls up much smoother for Hawks' second time driving with you.
“Thanks for the ride, I’ll text you to come get me.” You say grabbing the gift box as well as the smaller one for Midoriya.
“You got it chickadee, go have fun with your loverboy~,” He says teasingly, making your face get red,
“Shut up.” You say getting out, closing the door on his laughter, it was snowing lightly as the cold air nips at your ears making you bring your wings closer around you and walk faster towards the dorms. You had been there a few times after sparring or studying with the class, or if you had a free period during school and you and some of the girls went to hang out at the dorms. You saw a sign pointing toward one of the dorms that read Class 1-A, you went to the front door.
You hear the sound of the party going on inside, you knock on the door and you hear someone come to the door. The door opens and you see it was Momo. She is wearing a green Santa Claus dress with a hat, and she smiles seeing you.
“Y/n you made it! Come in, you must be cold.” She says, leading you inside, hugging you quickly. The common areas are decorated with snowflakes and tinsel, the couches are pushed closer together to surround a table covered in food, and to the side was a large Christmas tree that had gifts underneath it. You see your friends and classmates all dressed up in Santa dresses and suits except for Bakugo.
“Was I supposed to get an outfit…” You say to Momo worried you didn’t get the memo.
“Oh no I created the outfits, I made yours as well you can get changed. Sato is just finishing up the food so you have time.” She says handing you an outfit trading it for your large box while you pocket the smaller gift in your coat.
You head to the girl’s bathroom giving brief waves and greetings and you go and quickly change. Looking in the mirror in the girl’s bathroom, you now wore the red Santa Claus dress with the hat, the end of the hat had a little halo. Putting Midoriya’s gift in your coat pocket, you left the bathroom. Coming into the common room you join your friends, Mina ran over to you pulling you into a hug.
“Y/nn it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” She says squeeze you tighter and you pat her back.
“It’s nice to see you all since the break.” You say and Mina drags you over to one of the couches sitting down with you. You chat with the girls catching up on gossip that was in the dorms that you didn’t know.
“Hey L/n,” Midoriya comes over followed by a little girl, she has long white hair with a horn above her right eye and she wore a red Santa dress just like you, “I want you to meet someone.” You get up from the couch coming closer to the two and you see her look at your wings in awe.
“Eri this is Y/n L/n she joined our class this fall.” He introduces you and you hold out your hand.
“It’s nice to meet you Eri.” You say and she grabs your hand.
“Are you an Angel?” She questions and you feel your face get red at her comparing you to an angel.
“Um no it’s just my quirk.” You say opening up one wing and bringing it closer to her and the feathers tickle her face making her giggle. Midoriya watches the interaction between the two of you and he’s in awe of how quiet and gentle you are with the girl, despite your usual personality around the others being quite blunt and serious. Just getting a glimpse into the you that you lock away from others warms his heart.
“I believe Sato has finished the food we should go eat.” You say seeing everyone starting to serve themselves, Eri grabs your hand leading you over to the table. You look down at the child holding your hand turning back to Midoriya trying to get him to help you, you don’t know how to deal with kids. Midoriya follows you, smiling at your expression.
Throughout the meal Eri talks to you about many things, her meeting Midoriya and this guy named Lemillion, her training with Mr. Aizawa with her quirk, and other things that she liked, like candy apples, and coloring in these books she got. You nod along to everything she says, not wanting to offend her in any way if you say something wrong, you helped kids in a hero aspect but this didn’t need you to look at the situation as a hero which left you confused on what to do. The gift exchange came up and Sero attaches tape to each gift-giving an end to each one of you and you all pulled together to get your gifts. You saw that Kirishima had gotten your gift and he gave you a thumbs up, you open your gift seeing it was a mixtape with a large array of music that Jiro created which you thank her for. The rest of the night was spent full of laughter and joy as you all celebrated Christmas.
The evening winds down, everyone helps clean up the common area, you had text Hawks to come over and get you, you had to say your goodbyes to Eri and she was sad to leave but said that she would see you again and you nodded saying you will see her. You change back into your regular clothes before collecting plates with Midoriya as you bring them to the kitchen.
“This was very nice, the Christmases I had before was nothing like this.” You say placing them in the dishwasher.
“I’m glad you were able to enjoy it, you seemed a bit nervous with Eri.” He says and you wince.
“Yeah with meeting kids or seeing them it's usually in a hero scenario so I had no idea what I was doing, I just hope I didn’t upset her at all.” You say now worried you misread the whole interaction.
“No no you’re all good, she seems to like you a lot.” He calms you down and you nod.
You both walk back to get more plates when you remember the gift, “Oh Midoriya I have something for you.” He pauses facing you and you pull out the small gift from your coat pocket, handing it over to him. “It’s not much, just a token of my gratitude for your kindness.”
He peels off the wrapping paper, his eyes widening seeing the All Might keychain before looking up at you, his eyes watery and you thought you upset him in some way. “You’re crying… do you not like it, I remember you say you like All Might. I can get you a different one if you don’t like I-”
He pulls you into a hug and you stiffen your wings, hardening at the unexpected contact. Your arms are stuck to your sides and he pulls away holding your arms in his hands.
“No I love it really..it’s just I feel bad that I didn’t get you a gift as your first Christmas with us...with me.” He wipes the tears from his face, smiling at you, making one grow on your face. You felt your heart flutter, why does this only happen around him?
“Hey Deku! Birdbrain stop slacking off!” Bakugo yells at the two of you holding two large trash bags. You feel his hands leave your arms, you both look away from each other, both of your faces red as you went back to cleaning. You get a text saying that Hawks was here and you grab your gift and your Christmas outfit, you say your goodbyes to your friends who were sad to see you go and Midoriya walks you to the door.
“I’ll be sure to get you a gift when we go back to school.” He says and you nod.
“Thank you for inviting me, Midoriya, it was a fun evening.” You say zipping up your coat you could see outside it was a decent amount of snow falling.
“I’m happy to have you here, hope you have fun with your work studies.” He says and you nod leaving the dorms and giving a final wave to him before heading towards the car. You close the car door once inside your face tingling from the hot air hitting your cold face, as Hawks pull away from U.A.
“So had fun tonight?” He asks and you look at the window watching the snowfall on Christmas night.
“Yeah I did.”
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ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ
ᴜɴᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ✔️
ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ!
ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ x ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ)
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.8ᴋ
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ, ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ. ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɴᴏᴡ! ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ! ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴜ.ᴀ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ 1-ᴀ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴜᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏ. ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?
ᴘᴛ. 2
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Seven minutes in heaven.
It's been a while since you’ve seen everyone from U.A. It's crazy to think about the amount of bonding, trauma, and stupid shit you all went through during the school years only to come out on top. Of course, the ones who indeed did come out on top were Midoriya and Katsuki. It's not that you doubted their abilities to become number one and two, but more that you doubted their abilities to mature as much as they have now. You were glad, in a way. It made you happy that they both have a healthier version of rivalry than they had. Midoriya stopped shedding tears at his insults, and Katsuki had started to respect Midoriya as an equal. It was a fantastic sight to see. It warmed your heart watching these two grown adults talk away about their life. Their laughter filled the atmosphere with a relaxing sensation. It made everyone else in the room drop their guards, finally enjoying this precious time that Denki was able to provide for everyone.
It's not easy being a pro hero. It's never been easy, and it doesn't get easier as the days go on. It's traumatizing, terrifying even, and a job that makes your skin crawl and therapy look like child play. Maybe it's not that way for everyone, especially not for Midoriya. He has a passionate desire for justice that motivates everyone enough to compete against him, even if the pressure from society makes everyone feel like they are drowning in the middle of a dreadful ocean. From what you can recall, Todoroki has taken the third spot. Your spot. You weren’t going to allow that to last, but at the same time, you felt like someone pulled you up from the ocean where you were drowning. You felt like you could breathe and watch the beautiful sunset at the line where the sky and ocean kiss. The pressure from being the third pro hero dropped, the weight on your shoulders raised, and allowing you to stand proudly next to these heroes you gratefully call friends.
It hasn't always been that way; It was stressful in U.A with your quirk. You didn't have any special abilities for close combat or even distance. All you had was your ability to create illusions in the mind of others. Butterflies were your most vital illusion so far. It's enough to mess with a villain's mind and give them a sense of security where you can make yourself disappear from their eyesight even if you are standing a foot from them. You always fell behind everyone else, so you had to work harder than everyone. You slowly recall the training you did to catch up to everyone desperately.
The way the cold winter wind felt against your soft skin, or the thick air compromising your lungs as you jogged around the dormitory. You loved the way the snow would crunch away under your shoes with every step. It was an encouragement, a momentum necessary in your life to push you forward and gain confidence. Yet, this winter morning meant so much more than the other times you would run alone.
"Y/n? What are you doing outside alone? Are you okay?" A delicate voice spoke, the snow crunching into nothingness becoming louder as the second pair of feet ran beside your own. Your eyes widened slowly, turning to look at the source of the delicate voice. His face beamed with a captivating smile, hands in a fist as he ran beside you around the building. His messy curls looked fluffier and silkier amid the chilly winter morning. His freckled cheeks were tinted pink, his lips slightly chapped from the fierce coldness drying them out. "Mid-Midoriya?!" You screeched, the once loving snow that pushed you forward betraying you in a flash. It was almost humorous how your feet swung forward, and the earth's gravity pulled you back to the ground.
You swear that you even screamed at this sudden betrayal from mother nature. Your arms flung everywhere, desperate to grasp something to brace your fall. Midoriya's reflexes are a savior. His arms quickly wrapped around your waist, the mint-color sparks bouncing off his body as he pulled your body forward against his own. Unfortunately, it was a little too firm, and you both ended up crashing into each other and creating the demise of your fall. A laugh escaped from your lips when your bodies crashed against the white blanket that covered the ground, instantly wetting his clothes. "I am so sorry!" You yelled with laughter, your bare hands pushing against the snow beside his head to look at his flustered face. He truly does become a tomato in the presence of a woman. You didn't even question why he was blushing so much until you felt him squirm underneath your own body. Your knees were at either side of his hips, almost trapping him in his place as you chuckled away the embarrassment. "Y-Y/n...You're kind of on-on top of me..." The boy whispered, his hands resting on your hips. His lips formed a nervous smile, unable to contain his blush from the looks of this compromising position. "Right! Sorry!" You quickly stood, your hand reaching for his own to help him back up.
"Uhm...Okay, right. So, I was originally jogging around campus to bring up my endurance. It's something I started to do every morning after it snowed. It's soothing to hear the snow under my feet?" Your hand reached for the back of your neck, gently rubbing your skin. A tiny smile played on your lips, a visible fog of warm air against the chilly winter air formed with every word that escaped your lips. "Oh, so you're just training? Can I train with you every morning then?" Midoriya's green eyes glistened with joy, his hands clasping together as he waited for your answer. Is it a good idea? A good idea to allow someone so far ahead of you to join? You slowly began to shake your head, eyes dark from the overwhelming feelings you desperately tried to push down. "No." you quietly mustered out, your hands finding their way into your pockets to hide from the cold air. "No? Why no-"
"Because I want to surpass you! I have fallen behind from everyone else in class! My quirk isn't as amazing as yours, or Bakugou's, or even Hagakure! I’m always last and I just want to push forward on my own." Your own eyes met his verdant ones. A sad smile slowly took over, warm tears streaking down your red cheeks. "I will become the number one hero, even if it takes me years!"
"Y/N, it's your turn!" Kirishima snapped you out of your memory, and his hand extended with a red plastic cup containing even lucifer's favorite drink. You giggled sheepishly, your hand taking the cup before downing the contents. The burning sensation overpowered your throat, forcing your face to contour cringingly. Laughter filled the room seconds afterward, drunk heroes clapping in proudness at your ability to drown down so much alcohol at once. "Atta girl!" Kirishima chimed, his large hand ruffling your soft hair. "I'll get you some more. I'll be right back." With that, he was again gone.
"So, Y/n, did you find any lucky person you would call lover?" Mina slurred out, her arm dropping over your shoulder while she held a drink. Her already dark eyes looked darker from the intoxication of these drinks. Her cheeks looked pinker, her lips a gap whenever she stopped speaking. "O, are you still in love with dekuuuu" The girl's failed whisper fell deaf to the ears of others. You immediately shoved your hand against her face; cheeks flushed from her comments. "HUH?" You squealed, embarrassment again filling your body before laughing loudly to hide it. "Mina, you're so funny I have no idea what you're talking about!" you rushed out, even if that was the truth. It's not your fault you fell hard for a man with green curls after that winter morning. Who wouldn't want to be held by him? To be kissed by his soft-looking lips that yell desperate passion for saving others? "Pffff, you're staring at him a lotttttt," Mina giggled, pointing in the direction of Midoriya and Bakugou, who were busy dropping keychains into a hat. Wait, what? What is Denki thinking? Why is he holding a hat and going around the room? "N-No! I-I" "Wait, ohmygod don't tell me you have the hots for Katsuki now!" She gasped loudly, moving her arm away from my shoulder to cover her mouth in pure, intoxicated shock. "Yes! Yes! Yeah, that's exactly right!" Shit. You also forgot how intoxicated you were. You quickly snatched her cup, downing the drink once again. "Hey, Y/n, throw something of yours in here real quickly for me okay?" Denki shoved the hat towards your body, your dark irises dropping to look at the contents of the hat. "O-Okay.." You reached up, unclipping a butterfly hairclip and dropping it into the hat. Denki quickly thanked you before disappearing once again. "Are you serious!? Why him?"
Mina practically screamed in a gibberish way, her hands flying everywhere dramatically. Bakugou and Midoriya's eyes glanced at the scene that was unfolding from a distance. They watched how you practically tackled Mina, your hands covering her mouth as you whisper-shout, "Shhhh shhh, go to sleep mina. Go to sleep, go to sleep" very quickly. "I just haven't had dick in a while, okay?" that's drunk you speaking. The truth is, you don't care about Bakugou. Sure, he is as attractive as Midoriya, but his angry demeanor is not for you. Mina's eyes widened, her tongue sticking out to lick your hands. "EW!" you shout, pulling your hands to your chest to wipe the saliva off. "GET DICKED DOWN THEN" Mina screamed, her hands pushing your body off of her own before she jumped up and bolted out the room, the following words calling, "Good luck, you'll need it!" "Mina..." Your face reddened, feeling the stares of everyone on your back. Yet, one felt much more potent than the rest.
"Denki, what are you doing? Are you hitting on meeee" you slurred out, stumbling over your feet as he dragged you towards a closet. It was a bit before the actual game started (which you did not know that there was a game being played, you were too busy wanting to beat Mina's ass for forcing this weird predicament you now find yourself in.) "As if! No offense, but I have my eyes on someone else. Anyways, have fun!" He shouted loudly, swinging a closet door open before practically throwing you inside. You yelped loudly when your back hit against a chest, watching the closet door shut immediately afterward. The body behind you groaned loudly, losing balance almost in the instant your body was flung at him, his arms wrapping around your back as he slid down the wall. "Owowowowow" the boy moved an arm away, rubbing his head softly. A wild grin spread along his lips as you giggled, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. "Bakugou!!" You yelled happily, twisting your torso a little to face him. You were already gone, past the point of intoxication where you would be able to remember some events the next day. "Baku--" His eyes widened, and his hand wrapped around you to keep you safe from falling tightened ever so slightly. What is happening? Why are you kissing him? Actually, why are you kissing Bakugou? He couldn't help it, though. His eyes slowly fell shut, and his lips began to match your rhythm. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, echoing in the back of his mind. It didn't last. Not at all. Not when you pull away, scooting your bottom forward and turning your body to face the man you believed to be Bakugou. His hand slipped off your body, falling to his sides as he stared into nothingness, though he trusted that you were in front of him now. "Y/n...I'm not Bakugou. It's Midoriya." he coughed out to hide the sudden stab at his heart. "I'm sorry!" You gasped, throwing yourself forward onto him once more. Your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace as you cried out, "DEKU! How do I make Bakugou fuck me?"
Midoriya swallowed hard at your touch. He felt the room become heavy, the walls closing in on both of you as you blurted your question out. It made him remember his earlier conversation.
"Stupid Deku, She will be mine. Not yours." Bakugou grumbled moments before the Mina scene. Midoriya simply laughed, bringing his cup close to his lips. His laugh sounded innocent, but his eyes threw daggers at Bakugou. "You can't claim her that way. Not when you haven't spoken to her in years. Not when she barely knows anything about you." He remarked, though deep down, he wondered how you felt about them. Sure, he has had his little fling every once in a while with Uraraka, but he doesn't think she would have told anyone about it. Then again, there isn't much insurance to know if she would keep her mouth shut. His shoulders shudder at the thought of Uraraka.
Now he's on the ground with the girl he had fallen in love with many years ago. The girl he wished he spoke to more during their school years. The girl that is breaking his heart at this very moment, asking how him how she can get his rival to fuck her. "I think he has a huge cock. I mean, would he? He doesn't give me the impression that he would be average or even below average!" You're drunk. You're drunk; you don't know that you're spewing venom at the green-haired boy. "Y/N? I don't know what to tell you. Bakugou wants to fuck you already. Just go fuck him after this." Midoriya wasn't going to stop them.
Not when he knows how you truly feel. He was only a friend, nothing else. He wasn't even someone worthy of your sexual fantasies, or at least that's what he thought. You giggled, your hands gripping his shirt before pulling him forward only to turn his body slightly and press him against the floor. Your legs rested at either side of his hips, hands now beside his head as you continued to giggle. "Remember this? This is my favorite memory of you!" You don't know what you're doing right now, but at the same time, you don't care. "I missed you, Deku. Why'd you have to beat me at being the number one pro hero?" You whined, lifting your hand and snapping your finger. His eyes widened at the sudden change of scenery, watching how the snow fell from the sky. He knows he's in the closet, and you're using your quirk, but at this very moment, he was speechless as memories flood his mind.
"I'll be the number one hero. Even if it takes me years to." You had whispered, his heart thudding loudly in his chest as he watched the tears fall to the ground from your precious eyes. "I'll be number one. I'll be number one." You repeated, your arms slowly wrapping around your own body. "Maybe then I'll get noticed."
"How are you number one when I have you pinned on the floor?" You murmured into his ear, a soft giggle following afterward. "Y/n..." He couldn't think of words when his face was as close as it was years ago. Not when you're straddling his hips, making his mind sinful as it thought of different ways he could make you his. "It's my favorite meh-memory." It was his favorite memory as well. You were vulnerable to him, yet so powerful with every word you uttered. It was the moment he had fallen deeply in love with you.
"Anyways, Bakugou is really attract--"
"SEVEN MINUTES ARE UP, KIDDOS!" Denki shouted, the closet door swinging open. His eyes met nothing from above, but the moment they lowered to the compromising position the two of you were in, he yelped. "Oh shit, My bad!"
"DENKI!!" You gasped, standing up immediately to wrap your arms around the electric boy's shoulder, swaying slightly to the sides as you began to sing his name. Denki chuckled at this, moving you towards a couch as he noticed how intoxicated you genuinely were.
Midoriya propped himself up with his elbows, watching how Denki pulled you away from him. His mouth was slightly open in shock, anger, and jealousy.
"Why him? Why Bakugou?
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One Last Time.
Midoriya x Reader, Bakugou x Reader (eventually/partially)
WORD COUNT: 6.9k-7k words
NOTE:. A ginormous thank you to my beta reader for dealing with my rambles and pouting over Midoriya. I’m just a hopeless romantic. 😔 I’m sorry I didn’t give you all a happy ending this time, but there is a part two.
And please comment! Reading your guy's comments are huge motivators and I have a blast interacting with you all. 😊
TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, alcohol abuse, mentions of alcohol poisoning, addiction(s), panic attacks, spiraling, unhealthy habits, poor mindset, depression, unstable mental health, mentions of a mental hospital, mentions of insanity, manipulation, reader & bakugou & midoriya are childhood best friends, frequent mentions of midoriya (though little actual interaction between him and the reader), cursing, miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff (somewhat, i tried, i swear), mentions and description of horrible family past and toxic friends, memories (good and bad), reader's solitude from others, ominous voice(s) in reader's head, suicide, manga spoilers, mutual pining, midoriya being blind to emotions, Bakugou being observant, cliffhanger.
Please be cautious while reading this, majority of the content written about is considered heavily triggering to many. Please take a look at all warnings before proceeding (with caution). If you are struggling with any of the topics discussed, please seek professional help. It will get better.
BEWARE ALL READERS: PROCEED WITH CAUTION. DARK CONTENT AHEAD.
One last time, you promised to yourself as you laid flat on your bed, body sinking into the mattress. The exhaustion of your previous activities bled through the remnants of your remaining adrenaline, the pain settling deep within your heart and bones.
This is the last time.
Did it really count as a promise if there was no one else but yourself to keep it and hold yourself accountable? Promises were meant to be held by two different souls— whether it be with another person, an animal (such as pet or that random squirrel you kept on seeing in your backyard), or even a stuffed animal (those beady eyes were always judging people, you knew it). Nevertheless, promises still and always required another party.
"Maybe the mind counts as another soul," you mumbled tiredly. Turning your head, the bright and bloody digital clock read "2:37 AM." There was no point in arguing with yourself now.
Indeed, there was no point in putting up a fight when the depths of your exhaustion crept upon you, its long and thick tendrils grasping your loose limbs and pulling you underwater into an endless milky-way of black.
Yet, a fleeting thought appeared in your mind as your eyes fluttered shut, body and mind fully succumbing to the dark.
If only Midoriya knew.
If only Midoriya knew.
It was a mantra that rung in your ears ruthlessly throughout the following day. From the moment you awoke and with every hour, those simple yet painstaking words lingered in the corners of your mind, worming its way into every single activity you participated in. Whether it be mundane activities such as walking, eating, reading or anything else, the thought never escaped you.
Poor loving, caring, generous, and selfless Midoriya. He would be disappointed in you if he discovered your nighttime activities; the terror you put yourself through again and again, willingly. You were poisoning your body with your actions and behavior, but you didn't care. You stopped caring ages ago.
Rushing into convenience stores, drinking eagerly until everything blurred and the world become a swirl of bright colors and flashing lights. Then, rushing off into the night and to the cliff you and Midoriya discovered as teenagers all those years ago.
There, each time, you would stand at the edge, staring into the abyss of water below you. The salty liquid gleamed and glistened under the starry sky, leaving you wishing that you shone that bright. The water lapped and splashed against the rocks, dousing them with a salty spray that fueled the growth of the algae. Kelp swirled in the water, swaying in all directions teasingly as it coaxed you to jump below and never resurface.
"'Why come up when you can stay down below forever? With no worries or troubles. With no one to bother or hurt. Why don't you join us down below?'"
It was tempting; you had to admit. The amount of times your resistance nearly broke and you took the temptation would have shattered Midoriya's heart into thousands of pieces, leaving it beyond repair.
You couldn't do that to him.
Not to your Midoriya.
Not to the same toddler who would grab your hand in excitement whenever he saw you at the playground, wordlessly letting go of his mother's hand to sprint over to you. He would pull you up from your spot in the sandbox to press your foreheads together, lively and innocent green eyes gazing mesmerizingly into your (e/c) ones.
Not to the same boy in middle school who was constantly bullied by his peers and never spared a glance by the adults around him. The one who would always smile at you, despite the tears that welled in his eyes whenever he was brutally beaten up by his childhood best friend due to the lack of a quirk in a world fueled by them. The sweetheart who would offer you half his lunch if you forgot yours, or would gush over his hero analysis' books and the latest pro-hero battles.
Not to the high school boy who endangered his life countless times to protect you and your classmates when you both were at UA. The boy who would grab your hand when he felt you slipping from reality and pull you close to his chest, hugging you as if you were his last lifeline- not as if he was yours. The teenager who would tell you all of his deepest and darkest secrets- whether it be of his quirk from All Might, relationship with your mutual peers, or stories of fights against villains.
Not to the vigilante boy whose tears stained the paper of the goodbye letter he wrote to you when he chose to leave UA. The one whose scrawls could not stop describing the excruciating pain he felt to be leaving such an important piece of him behind. The person who impacted him the most, who loved and cared for him for all of those years. The only person that killed him the most to hurt.
You. That was you.
And when he came back, when the students and teachers of UA were able to bring him back, his first request was to see you. And when he couldn't? He was pissed, to say the least. The cold and snappy responses he gave afterwards presented that idea straight enough.
Midoriya never knew what happened to you during the period he left UA for. None of his classmates knew and all of the adults at UA refused to inform Midoriya of your disappearance.
Eventually, you came back.
He and the others didn't need to know about the disturbing thoughts that plagued your mind every passing second. The ones that clouded your senses with every breath you took. It would have been too gruesome to let them in. To show them the scratched and fissured layers beneath your skin.
They couldn't know about the days you spent secluded in a room, hugging yourself as tears streamed from your eyes, down your cheeks and onto the hospital gown you wore. They couldn't know about the way you shrieked in agony and covered your ears with your hands as those mocking voices became too loud and powerful for you to fight.
Simply, it would be too much for them. They wouldn't be able to comprehend or fathom why you had these voices- you didn't yourself. You didn't understand why they chose you out of all the possible victims in the spectrum of people. They would never listen to your distressed howls of desperation as you cried out for them to just "shut up for once!"
Maybe, that was why you stood where you were today. Why you were upright facing the sky, instead of downwards in the soil.
Possibly, that was why you chose to drink until you were blackout drunk- sick, tired, and ready to finally slip from the world's grasps.
You could never be vulnerable. Not again. Not once more. Not after all those times the people who you thought loved and cared for you ended up shredding your heart to pieces. They had seized you in their claws when you were at your weakest, and squeezed until you split at the seams and bursted into millions of fragments. Every single person. Your family, your friends, your peers. Everyone and everything.
As a result, you had become numb. You had became so numb that when the pain struck, it would burn and sizzle before you froze your emotions, before you drowned yourself with liquor and nearly met the angels above. Maybe, those angels wouldn't hurt you like everyone else did. You doubted it. Heaven wouldn't accept you anyway.
"You don't deserve a happy ending."
You had gone off the rails, nobody could help you now. Not Midoriya, not your family, not your friends, not your colleagues, not your neighbors, no one. Not even a therapist.
"You're better off dead than alive. You'll be doing everyone a favor instead."
He would never know.
Unless he caught me.
You shivered at the mere thought, cowering into yourself. It would never, ever happen.
You wouldn't allow it.
Even if it was the last thing you did.
It was a Monday and you were five hours into your shift at the agency, head buried deep in blueprints on hero costumes. These specific costume upgrades had taken months to plan, requiring you to go and scout and research different materials, test them, and undergo many processes of elimination. Red Riot and Dynamight had come to you for assistance (despite having their own support team), and Deku as well. It was as clear as day that they only trusted you with this task, but the demand of time it entailed was overwhelming and had put a block in all of your other projects.
Luckily, merely the final touches were being added and then you could begin building. The materials you had narrowed down to were purchased in bulk and begging to be melted, reformed, and melded to your liking.
You could just hear their cries.
Their pleads for change.
"Just like yours."
No, you shook your head in agitation, clenching your jaw. The once steady pace of your heartbeat picked up furiously, leaving you to inhale uneven, shallow breaths that set your lungs ablaze.
Not right now, you pleaded, grinding your teeth. Tears sprung from your eyes and you screwed them shut, a sense of hopelessness washing over you. You curled into yourself.
Calm down, you told yourself. Don't listen to them, (Name). You're fine. You're okay. It's just work. Just work. Just keep working.
It was easier said than done. Every muscle in your body felt excruciatingly tight, as if you had run a marathon and immediately sat down for hours afterwards. Everything was frozen, and if you tried to move far, you would break further. The strings that held together your mind, soul, and body were stretched thin and ripping at the middle. Once they tore, you would be long gone. The structure that you called your body would become a jail cell, locking you in the depths of your mind for eternity.
With every shaky breath you took, you sunk deeper into your lost state of mind. The voices began to yell obnoxiously inside your head, blocking every coherent thought that attempted to pry its way through the impervious seal of destruction that had enveloped you. Your ears rang as loud as the church bells in the town square— it felt as if blood was pouring out of your earlobes and down your skin, until it reached the ground.
There was screaming somewhere- near or far, you didn't know. Your body shook violently as you fell from your chair and onto the ground. Tools clattered around you and papers flew everywhere, your precious blueprints were lost in the sea of a mess you contrived.
Every breath you took was shallow and fast, each irregular and suffocating. Your lungs burned and a timorous feeling stirred in your stomach, sending you haywire.
Nothing was going to be okay. You couldn't do this. You weren't meant to survive. You weren't built for this.
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, you repeated in your head.
"Yes," the voice agreed. "You can't, you can't, you can't. Just give up, (Name). It's time to give up."
You didn't want to give up.
"Are you sure?"
You didn't want to die today.
"Why not?"
You couldn't leave all that you worked for behind. Everything you fought for.
"You're just going to lose it eventually. Why does it matter?"
You couldn't leave behind your family and friends.
"They don't care about you. Why do you think they haven't spoken to you in ages? They're all fake, just like you."
You needed something to fight for. Something to keep you grounded.
"No!" cried the voice.
There was no way to win against the hindering voice. You knew that. Time and time again, every pitiful attempt at effacing it would be proved futile. No matter how vigorously you fought, how bodacious your efforts were, your audacious acts were rendered a perilous failure that you would pay for dearly later on.
Although you couldn't win wars, you could win battles.
You cracked your eyes open, pupils peering through a blur of gray as you lifted your head to the light. Pain shot through your bones, and you began to tug at the strings of your sanity in an attempt to regain yourself.
This is progress. I can do this.
The hands on your ears fell to the floor, laying on the cool marble tile below you. The contrast of the subzero-temperature like ground against your blazing and blistering hot skin left you balling your fists in stagger. This had to be how Todoroki's hands felt whenever they touched. The feeling was akin to having ice situated on a burn.
It felt like you were coming back to life.
The ringing in your ears was nearly gone.
Slowly but surely, your breath evened out. The air that entered your lungs were not disarrayed breaths of air, but now timed and even.
In the distance, down the hall, a rush of footsteps could be heard. Frequently, heroes would enter and exit the floor, since all the technicians at the agency were congregated in the same location. Pro-heroes saved lives and as a result, damaged their gear— it was logical that there was constant activity in this section of the building.
However, you were in no state to be interacting with others.
The evidence of your misery was strewn across the floor, with your tools laying around haphazardly and your papers splayed everywhere. If anyone entered, they would conclude that something had happened to you.
And you would not let them even reach that idea.
Swiftly, you rose from your seated position and began to clean the mess on the ground. In one swipe, at least three tools were clutched and dropped into their respective areas. Papers were either crumbled and tossed into the bin beside your desk or stacked neatly. The office would have to look pristine and immaculate.
Just like a criminal, you had to cover your own traces. You had to stay vigilant and weary. Or else, you would be caught.
"Just like you will be."
"WHAT WOULD the world be like, if everyone was good?" Midoriya sighed, tipping his head back as the sweltering afternoon rays of heat beat down upon you both. His fluffy curls were soaked with sweat, reminding you of a puppy's dripping, wet fur after a bath.
He looked awfully adorable, despite the fact that both of you had been running for the past few hours. Midoriya was training for his second Sports Festival and this time, he wholeheartedly believed (and hoped) he would reach the top three. His first year at UA was one that taught him there was more than just his quirk— he had always known he had to train his body to accommodate for the raw and brute power that came along with such a quirk, but he didn't quite understand it. He just did as he was told. He followed All Might's words, all of his mentor's words, but never took the time to consider what they were saying.
It wasn't until after countless villain attacks, constant injuries, and the grueling hell that rained upon him after discovering his true quirks did he comprehend what he was being told.
You were proud of him, then. Your Midoriya, the same boy you grew up with was slowly becoming a real pro-hero (you would have said hero, but you knew he was born one. However, society would have never accepted him as a "pro-hero" if he did not have All Might's quirk). His younger self would have shed tears of joy at the sight of himself then.
He would never be that same Deku, the one who would cower in fear at the wrath of "Kacchan."
A giggle ripped through your lips as you fell onto the bed of grass below you, dirt sinking through your fingertips. The grass grazed your skin like a gentle kiss, sending small tingles down to your toes. "Izuku, you do realize everyone's definition of good is different universally, right?" You heard a small peep of confusion beside you.
Ignoring him, you continued. “Some of us think the definition of 'doing good' is treating others like human beings, which is really the bare minimum in all cases. In comparison, others argue that it means not to be selfish, but selfless. Like helping and paying attention to others around you, but that could just be what's expected from everyone for someone else. Possibly, for those heroes you aspire to be like, saving lives is the equivalent of being a good person. We all have different opinions on definitions and ideas so controversial like those. Be more specific."
Taking a deep breath after your mouthful, you shook your hands and kicked out your legs. Midoriya laid down on his back as well, stretching his arms out so his hand would brush against yours. A quiet "oh" escaped your throat at the contact, and you swore electricity passed between you both.
Midoriya made no reaction, so you ignored the tingles that lingered in your fingertips and the hairs that raised on your arms and neck. It was likely you imagined those currents that passed between you both.
That happened a lot.
Too often.
"You sound like Mr. Aizawa, you know," Midoriya commented, sparing you a glance before he chuckled. "Old and wise."
Feigning annoyance, you shifted your hips to move you onto your side and kicked Midoriya's calf, lips pressed together in a thin smile.
"Say that again and I'll have you in a headlock, Deku," you threatened, pushing yourself up from the bed of smooth grass and into a kneeling position. With a menacing grin, you cracked your knuckles, "I may be no hero, but I can kick ass; even yours."
At your words, a challenging grin grew on his face. Midoriya could never back down from a challenge, especially not one from you. "Oh, you think so?"
In a matter of seconds, you lept onto him, rolling around in the dirt. Arms and legs were flung and choked laughs escaped both your throats. Midoriya was much stronger, you knew that. But you could win with brains.
"I know so!" you countered.
Midoriya liked your confidence. A lot.
Well, he really liked you. So much that it hurt him.
Though, you would never know; you couldn't.
He couldn't risk losing you. Not now, not ever. So he would always settle for being your best friend. Something was always better than nothing.
He couldn't get greedy now, your value to him was worth more than any of the riches in the universe. One could argue you mattered more to him than his own future career as a hero.
Therefore, he would stand by your side idly, waiting for the moment for your hands to brush together so he could intertwine his fingers with yours. He would always wait for you. He would wait until you noticed him and his love. He would wait for you to learn to love him like he loved you.
Forever and always.
Always and forever.
It's only three minutes until this elevator comes and I can go, you reassured yourself. Work had been hectic, to put it lightly. With the unforeseen panic attack in your office earlier, persisting through repairs of practically pulverized gear and assembling new gadgets had proven to be a trial that left you fatigued.
Thankfully, the pattering of footsteps that had echoed in the hallway during your episode had been nothing but a ruse (and you firmly believed that the voice had made you conceive them). After tidying your trashed office, guzzling an entire bottle of water, and coating a thin, glossy sheen of chapstick onto your chapped lips, you had courageously exited the security of your office to check for any people in the hallway.
After all, you had an image to keep.
Fortunately, the universe had granted you that good omen and decided to not torture you further.
I doubt it'll grant me anymore, you pursed your lips sourly, merely huffing once the elevator reached your floor and its metal doors slid open for you. There were no other passengers, leaving you to revel in the delectation of silence, even if it was for a few measly minutes.
Something is always better than nothing, you internally argued. There's always good in a bad day- just like now. My day was poor, but the rest of my evening will be a substantial improvement from earlier.
Occupied by your uplifting and heartening thoughts, it felt as if your trip from the fifteenth floor (your floor) to the ground floor had gone by rapidly. Typically, your elevator trips were awkward, uncomfortable, and appeared to be prolonged misery graced from the hells bellow. A sudden ding signaled the reach of your destination and once the doors slid open, you squeezed through the crowd of people beginning to pile in.
The lobby of the agency was a spacious area, filled with luxurious yet cozy couches and loveseats, as well as countless offices. Workers paced back and forth, brows knitted and mouths tense. Sidekicks, interns, and heroes were in nearly ever corner. Some appeared to be littered with deep gashes and gnarly bruises, while others were unscathed. Certainly, the Deku Agency was a zestful and active one; one you were more than elated to escape.
Vigilantly, you swerved past your vexed colleagues and ignored the receptionist's buoyant chirp of farewell, lunging through the glass doors and stumbling into the outside.
You continued to strut forward, fists clenched tight and eyes narrowed. If you looked as if you were seconds from detonating, people would blatantly ignore you and try to escape your supposed incoming wrath.
Just like Bakugou.
Within seconds you covered most of the distance from the entrance of the agency to the edge of the building. However, when you were about to turn around the corner, a hasty hand promptly grabbed your shoulder with such brute strength you were sure could break your brittle bones. A horrified gasp left your throat, a sickening feeling brewing deep within your gut. Involuntarily, your eyes squeezed shut as you hit your assailant's chest, and a familiar, gruff voice immediately made your head shoot up.
"Don't scream, idiot," Bakugou warned, piercing vermillion eyes boring into yours. A medical mask covered his mouth and he wore a black baseball cap. "I'm not going to hurt you, just need'a talk to you."
Like a fish, you gaped stupidly at him, heart ricocheting through your chest. Looming over you at twice your height and size was Bakugo Katsuki, Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight, the Top Two Pro-Hero.
Midoriya's biggest rival.
Also, both Midoriya's and your childhood best friend.
"Katsuki, you bitch-!" you hissed, pounding your fist against his solid chest. "You're dressed like this and don't expect me to scream the minute some suspicious looking guy grabs me from a corner?!"
Bakugou frowned as you ran your mouth, watching your eyebrows knit in exasperation and frustration. Piqued by your attitude, he clamped his free hand over your mouth with a groan and a roll of his eyes. "You done running your damn mouth off? I didn't come here to listen to your rambling."
Appalled, you shook your head and pulled yourself out of his grasp (you knew he didn't try and hold you back, if he wanted to he could have easily). With a sneer, you diverged from his path and strutted ahead.
You were not in the mood for Bakugou's bullshit today.
Without missing a beat, he followed behind you. His heavy footsteps stayed in time with your lighter ones- signifying he wasn't going to let you go until he got what he wanted.
Abruptly, you stopped and spun to face him, pointing your finger at him accusingly. "Say whatever you want to say, but make sure it's quick. I don't have time for this."
You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, foot tapping against the pavement impatiently. Irked, Bakugou clicked his tongue at you and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"You've been acting off. It's showing," Bakugou bluntly stated. He was never one to beat around the bush when it came to others. Especially you, despite all the years of being acquainted. You reacted poorly with confrontation, he was well aware of that. Alas, it was the only way he knew to reach out to you, and possibly help you.
To be your hero.
Pressing your lips together tightly, you mustered your finest smile, gaze cold and blank. "I should be heading home, it'll get dark soon." At once, you stepped away from Bakugou, only to feel a hot, coarse hand engulf your wrist seconds later.
"You can't hide it, (Name)," he murmured, breath fanning against your neck. Gently, his giant and callused hand enveloped your tinier one, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Due to the nature of his quirk, his body temperature ran at a significantly higher temperature than most who did not obtain a pyromancer quirk. Although many found his heat to be overwhelming and suffocating, Bakugou was always a source of warmth that could melt even the iciest bits of you.
"Don't let him in. Don't do it," the voice whispered in your ear. "He's going to hurt you too."
"I'm not hiding anything," you retorted, eyes trained steadily on your feet. "I have nothing to hide."
His response was immediate. "That's a lie."
He knows.
You knew he knew. Bakugou always knew. Bakugou goddamn Katsuki always knew. He was a nosy little shit; always had been and always would be. He got it from his mother.
You knew that.
He knew that.
You just comprehended it too late. You were too slow. You couldn't keep up.
"You're just not good enough."
You knew that. You knew it. You always did. You just never accepted it.
"You've always been pathetic. Just give up."
They were right. They always were. Why did you even try?
You should've listened to them earlier. Tears began to fill your eyes, blurring your vision. You wretched your wrist out of his grasp and walked away. All words that flew from his mouth fell deaf upon your ears.
You couldn't let him see you so weak.
"Oi, (Name)! Get back here!" Bakugou hollered. There was a twinge of concern in his voice.
Don't hurt him too, (Name).
Your lips were locked, mouth dry and throat parched. Words refused to escape your sealed lips. Only tears fell and the urge to run and disappear felt possible.
So, that's what you did.
You ran from Bakugou and sprinted past people for countless blocks. There were not enough fingers on your hands to count how many times you crossed illegally and nearly slammed into an innumerable amount of cars, but you didn't care.
You never cared.
The familiar white lights of your treasured store came into view. A small smile graced your lips as you stumbled past a group of sketchy teenagers and into the vast parking lot. Finally, you could leave everyone and everything behind and learn how to let go.
You could learn how to not be selfish.
Just like Midoriya.
7:23 PM
7-11, the classic convenience store of Japan. Whether it be heroes, students, children, or elders, you could find people of all walks of life at the epoxy-floored store notorious for its delicious treats and savory dishes.
It was unfortunate that this homely store for many was considered your link to the retreat of your issues. When you were younger, you would have never pictured to use such a place like this as your method to get black-out drunk.
Except, this was the present; all that mattered was now.
Hurriedly, you staggered inside and carelessly swung a red hand basket onto your forearm and followed the familiar tiled path down to the cooler, where all their drinks were stored.
Various liquids were stored on the cool shelves: plastic water bottles with droplets of condensation sliding down their sides, glass containers filled with numerous types of teas, different types of milks stored in cartons, and your frequently visited section of them all— the alcoholic beverages. There were a couple of selections of beers, as well as fruity cocktails that were spiked with heavy amounts of rum.
Although the store wasn't too large on its variation in spirits, you didn't care. A drink was a drink. It served a purpose and you would accomplish that goal no matter the consequence.
The remnants of tears on your face dried once the chilly air of the refrigerator blasted against your skin, merely adding to the sting of your eyes. Every single muscle in your body was sore from your sprinting to flee from Bakugou— as a support hero, you never engaged in physical activity as much. It was a rough estimate, but you could guess that you had run at least a little bit less than three miles before you reached here.
Karma was one hell of a bitch.
Heedlessly, you grabbed a pack of beers and walked to the checkout counter. Picking up a couple of chocolate bars, you tossed them onto the counter, impatiently waiting for the employee to scan your items before you vanished back into the night.
"Your ID, ma'am?" requested the worker. Sluggishly, you pulled out your card and handed it to him, watching his eyes inspect the information printed on the plastic. With a nod, he handed your card back and totaled the cost before asking for your form of payment.
"Cash," you replied with a strained smile, pulling out a wad of bills.
The man finished checking out your items and bagging them, only to meekly mutter a tired, "Stay safe." You nodded in response, not trusting your voice.
Hurrying out the door, a quavered, muttered "thank you" fluttered past your lips and into the rosy evening, for no one's ears but your own.
Beer always tasted bitter to you. Every single time you picked up a bottle, can, or glass of it, it tasted bitter. Whether or not it was mixed with fresh fruit in the fermentation process or more than the common amount of yeast was used to make it sweeter, it still was harsh on your tongue and just as pungent.
Howbeit, you couldn't get enough of it. A disputant could argue that it was the easy access of beer that left you coming back to it- how effortless it was to just pick up a pack of beers, check-out, and go on your merry way. Employees paid little to no attention to those who bought beer. They all assumed beer drinkers were abortive alcoholics looking for a quick fix.
If you had wanted wine, champagne, rum, vodka or any other alcoholic beverage, a worker would have to be brought to take the drink out of its glass enclosure. Then, suspicion would arise. Questions would be asked.
It had occurred before.
You didn't care to think about it now though. Not when you had guzzled down two beers and were nursing your third. The other two bottles had been tossed haphazardly beside you on the grass, your legs dangling helplessly over the edge.
In the distance, the sun was setting. Warm hues filled the sky- layers of ruby red began at the top, far above your head, until it slowly melted into a borderline lobster red, becoming tangerine, slowly blending together to manifest a banana yellow that eventually turned into a lemon-like shade of yellow, until you could view no more.
The water below your feet was just as dark as you remembered it; its waves lapped at the stones below you, the water playfully skimming the sides of the boulders before receding back into the endless body of water.
Tears slipped down the apple of your cheeks, sliding down to your jaw and off, descending down to the oblivion of water beneath the cliff.
Bakugou's words resided in your heart, clouding your mind.
"You've been acting off. It's showing . . . You can't hide it, (Name)."
They know. They knew.
"They always knew," laughed the voice. "You can certainly try and hide it, but it doesn't mean it worked."
"They always knew, but they never said anything," you sobbed, pulling your knees to your chest, cradling your body close. "They never cared!"
"Exactly!" cried the voice. "That's what I've been telling you all this time! They never cared about you!"
The voice was right. You should've listened to them earlier. They knew what they were talking about. You knew that. They knew that.
Why didn't you listen earlier?
They were always right, in the end.
So, why did you fight before?
Midoriya, I always fought for Midoriya. Just for him.
You brought your beer bottle to your lips and guzzled it down, choking on your snot, tears, and the brew in your frantic gulp of the drink.
Wheezing, you tossed the glass to the side and laid back, grabbing your face in your hands as you curled into a fetal position.
What an idiot you were. Caring for a man, once a boy, that really was only a part of your memories. Your dreams, who only felt like your imagination. You and Izuku rarely spoke. Truthfully, you hadn't spoken in days, weeks, and possibly even months.
Midoriya had probably forgotten about you, just like everyone else had.
He was just like the rest. Midoriya Izuku, your childhood best friend, childhood crush, was just like every other person in your life- he hurt you exactly as they did. If not, more.
Midoriya was your everything. As children, you had protected him and stood by his side no matter how rocky the terrain became. He was supposed to be the one stable thing in your life, just like you were for him.
You fool.
You were nothing to Midoriya. You should have recognized that earlier. Once he entered UA, he had met fantastic people like Uraraka and Iida and didn't need you anymore.
Those thoughts weren't new, they had occurred before. Foolishly, you chose to ignore them. Now, you knew you were wrong for doing so.
A melancholic feeling settled over you as you downed the remaining bottles of beer, watching the sunset become a blur of black. The once colored hues of the sky faded into the sinister obsidian, with twinkling lights shining in the distance. The grass below you did not feel the same as it once had. Numerous times before, it had been soft, calming, and grounding. The blades of green always gently brushed against your skin, tickling your neck.
Presently, it prickled you, profoundly digging its leafy tips into you. It was a contrast to the loving embrace you were used to. Instead, it restricted you and attempted to pull you under.
It didn't feel right.
Nothing did.
"Then, why are you still here?" the voice questioned.
"I don't know," you whispered back, a wave of fresh tears welling up in your eyes. "I really don't."
Lifting yourself up, you kicked your feet in an attempt to shake out the jitters and calm yourself. The entire world felt like it was crashing down on you, but you couldn't properly react to it correctly, how you thought you were supposed to react.
What was wrong with you?
Why were you still here?
Why did you keep trying?
Why?
The intrusive thought sent you doubling over; you clasped your hands over your ears and hunched forward, face pointing towards the water. How long had you been here for? You definitely had lost your phone hours ago. It didn't matter, you wanted this to be over. Just for it to finally end.
"Do it, (Name)."
Jumping off the cliff wouldn't be a painless death, nor quick, but it would suffice. You were bound to be poisoned from the alcohol and if you happened to just hit your head on the way down? Easy as pie.
Shakily, you stood up despite the ache screaming within your bones. Every part of you was shaking, your teeth were chattering, your knees were knocking together, and your stomach had curled in on itself.
This is for the best, you told yourself. Just jump and it'll all be over.
"Jump!" echoed the voice. A watery grin spread across your face.
You squatted down, mimicking the awkward position of a jump squat.
"Jump!" it repeated.
"I'm so sorry, Izuku," you choked, spilling your deepest pains to the wind, the trees, and ocean below you. "I know you don't care about me, but I'm still sorry."
You were leaving without a trace. With nobody able to contact you or track you. With no farewells, appreciative notes, or apologies.
Maybe it was meant to be.
Not you and Midoriya.
Just you and yourself.
All alone.
It was nearly involuntarily how quick you threw yourself off the cliff, eyes shut tight as you felt the world around you fall. It was finally ending.
"NO!" a voice cried, somewhere above you. You didn't care enough about it to open your eyes.
Once again.
Weightless, free. Those were the words that could only describe how you felt. It was better this way. The voice was right.
As always.
"(Y/N)!"
Close. You were so close to dipping your feet in the water. You knew it.
You wanted to see this, to have one last memory before you died. The sight wouldn't be the prettiest, but you would cherish it even after your death.
The lids of your eyes flew open. Everything around you appeared as if it was falling with you. They were blurs of objects as you passed by them at inhuman speeds.
Nearly there.
You were nearly there.
Until you weren't.
Until someone caught you.
Until a multitude of what felt to be thick tendrils wrapped themselves around you as the tips of your toes skimmed the water, snatching you from the grips of death.
Until you were being pulled back up to this person, this monster, and into their rather warm hold. They hugged you close to their chest, so close that you could hear the erratic pounding of their heart.
Incoherent blubbers tumbled out of their mouth as they rocked you slowly, tucking your face into the crook of their neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, mind unable to process what had just happened.
They were warm, so warm. And you were tired. A little nap wouldn't hurt.
Not at all.
Their pleads for you to stay awake were unheard as you succumbed to the darkest depths of your mind, to the aching of your heart and body.
All alone.
Once again.
As always.
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