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bakugohoex · 3 years

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Ok ok hear me out: a sleepover with the class 1A girls and the fem reader, they all let loose eating, doing face masks, dancing in their tiny pjs or whatever and the boys hear about it and go spy on the girls. Bakugou goes because he’s curious to see what the reader is like when they’re not in school (as she seems mom friend ™️) turns out she’s like a big goofball and a dancing queen and Bakugou gets all blushy after realizing he has a fat crush on her. The guys get caught obviously 😂 ty sm!!💕

“she’s doing what?”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: language, kissing, fluff

word count: 1500+

a/n: umm hi, this is a request and i’m done for tonight i need to get on the grind again with revising so hopefully i’ll go back to posting once a day but i thought new year a little treat

summary: in which you’re seen as the mom of class 1a, the boys got to spy on the girls sleepover and what they didn’t expect was you to confess your crush but also for you to have hidden talents that makes bakugo realise he needs to have you

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If you don’t think you have these boys in the palm of your hand then you’re lying to yourself.

They’re either scared of you telling them off or fearful of disappointing you.

Even Bakugo will refrain from his usual angry self around you,

It’s probably more due to his infatuation with you though.

This boy just wants to know what makes you tick.

How someone like you has the ability to be so caring to the class that even Mineta stops being a perv when you’re around.

He says he doesn’t care.

He does care.

This man just wants to know if you ever act like a normal teenager.

You literally worry about everything with the class.

Making sure Denki doesn’t overcharge himself and become well dumb.

Making sure Ururaka doesn’t use her quirk too much to make her puke.

Even making sure Deku’s injuries arent as bad as they really are.

This man follows the rest of the boys to the girls sleepover and is in shock.

Utter shock at the sights of you doing the Tiktok dance Mina had been begging you to do.

The facemasks and music played in the common area on the bottom floor, the tight shirts and shorts on all the girls. You all had been playing truth or dare with masks you and Mina had bought hours prior. Ready to peel off the masks and toss them in the bin hopefully feeling refreshed and rehydrated. The Saturday night sleepover had been a sacred ritual for months now, the boys being banned from even daring to step one-foot downstairs.

“Truth or dare, Y/n.” Ururaka giggled with the tea that Momo had made in her grasp.

You thought looking around the group, “truth.”

The boys had finally got the nerve to come crawling down. They hid in the kitchen listening in, Mineta being locked in his room due to him being well a pervert. Even Bakugo stood alongside the group of his own free will, they were all listening in, watching how you were waiting for the truth question.

His eyes perked upwards listening into round faces question, he didn’t care about the rest of the girls. He just wanted to see how you were outside the comfort of class and school, of course he had seen you in your less worrying state but this, your shorts shorter than normal. Your shirt peaking upwards towards your stomach, he waited and waited until the words dripped from round faces mouth.

“Out of all the boys in the class who would you date?” It was unexpected and he hoped he said you, it was a wish, knowing how close you were with Todoroki and Midoriya he didn’t expects his name to ever come from a question like that.

He watched you think, your eyes looked tired but still happy before you confessed, “100% Bakugo.”

“Y/n I cant believe you’re actually into the angry Pomeranian.” Momo spoke up.

“Hey, it’s not my fault, like he’s not that angry with me and he’s just I don’t know, I think he’d be an amazing boyfriend.” You confessed the truth, knowing Bakugo would never found out so you didn’t care, “also he’s so fucking attractive.”

They laugh as the truth and dare continued, the boys had looked at Bakugo, his face beet red and his eyes were a lot softer. “She…she likes me.” He whispers.

“Now you can ask her out.” Kirishima nudged him with his shark teeth grinned.

“Shut it.” He muttered allowed not to anyone in particular. You liked him, you saw more past the anger and thought he’d be a good boyfriend. Hell you ever called him attractive, it fuelled his ego and he wanted to see even more.

The boys continued to listen in, “this was a waste of time.” Tokoyami muttered having been dragged here. He left with some others, Bakugo hadn’t noticed but Midoriya stayed talking to Todoroki and Sero and Kirishima and Denki paid attention to the girls so Bakugo wouldn’t feel self-conscious about staying to here you speak. Well Denki mostly stayed thinking that a pillow fight would occur soon enough.

“Y/n, let’s make the Tiktok dance.” She gestured; this perked Bakugo’s ears but he was unable to move. You weren’t going to dance; you were too pristine and clean to dance to a Tiktok song.

“Woah Y/n’s a fucking good dancer.”

“She’s doing what?” He listened to the sound of oops! By yung gravy, it had been playing in Mina’s phone for the past week and Bakugo had gotten sick of it.

But clearly you had learnt the dance as you did it with ease with Mina, you both did the dance with a swing in your step, he watched in awe at how your body moved. Heavily attracted to you and enticed by your movement. He continued to stare, moving his body to lean against the wall in view of the girls as he watched you. He needed you, he craved you and most of all he didn’t care who knew about their spying at all.

“Agh.” Hagakure belched out, making you all stop. You noticed Bakugo’s eyes skim you up and down.

You looked at how the other boys fell out of the kitchen, silence occurred but Bakugo stayed leaning against the wall eyes directly facing you. “How long were you guys there?” You ask, “tell me.”

“Long enough.” Sero spoke to ease the tension.

You heard the noise of stomping down the corridor seeing an agitated Iida, “I told you all there would be consequences if you followed Kaminari.” The blame had shifted to the boy who jolted out of there Jirio and Tsu chasing after him.

Momo, Mina, Hagakure and Ururaka looked between you and Bakugo all knowing he had heard the words that had supposed to have been private. “Let’s go.” Kirishima muttered making the boys leave except Bakugo, the girls looked before collecting there things and scurrying away themselves.

Mina mouthed a sorry before you moved towards your discarded hoodie about to put it on, “leave it.”

It was a command rather than a suggestion and you obliged, tossing it with your things. Before sitting on the sofa, he sat beside you in silence, you looked down not wanting to meet his gaze, “Iida was right, you shouldn’t have been watching us.”

“Really you going to tell me off to avoid the real matter.” He pulled at his hair and action that made your stomach churn with butterflies.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied.

He laughs cocking his head back before meeting your gaze, “you’re the one who said I’d be an amazing boyfriend and called me fucking attractive.”

“I…” You couldn’t lie he had repeated the words, word for word.

He moved closer grabbing your jaw with his rough hands. “You could’ve just told me.” He spoke making your face move closer to his own. His lips brushing against your neck, his hot breath fanning your exposed skin.

“Bakugo.”

“Katsuki, you already think I’m fucking attractive, so call me Katsuki you brat.” You took in a sharp breath, his hand still on your jaw, your cheeks squished between his fingers. “I saw you do that Tiktok, showing yourself off like that to everybody, only I can see that, not those shitty extras, only me.”

You hummed in agreement feeling intoxicated by his voice waiting for him to continue, “you want to be mine, want to be my fucking girl don’t you.”

His thumb brushed against your lips, a soft moan of a “yes” erupted from your mouth. It was beauty to his ears, he felt you lick your lips brushing his thumb.

“Prove it then.” It was another command, he needed you to beg, needed you to prove that you wanted to be his. “Beg for me.”

He brushed his thumb across your cheek, you closed your eyes, “I want to…to kiss you.” It was torture to say, torture to admit that you craved his touch even more.

“That’s all I wanted to here baby girl.” He let go of your grabbing your waist and bringing you closer to him. “You’re a lot more than an irritating worrier than I thought.”

“Katsuki.” You pout, “I thought being nice would make people like me.”

“Be yourself idiot.” He spoke.

“O…” Before you could agree his lips smashed onto your own.

He spoke through the kiss as he nibbled on your bottom lip, “shut up.” You nodded wanting to feel his tongue inside of you, teeth banging together. His touch sending shivers down your spine, feeling him kiss you with such passion that drives you crazy.

His lips were exactly how you expected them to be, rough and able to bruise your own. Your lips felt sore, felt bitten and wary. You felt his tongue guide your own, you followed his movement, his hands in your hair pulling you closer.

He let go taking a breath, watching your dazed position on top of his lap. “Fuck, we should ugh…” He didn’t know how to speak your figure on him making his ears perk red. “…go out or something, I don’t care.”

“I’d love too Katsuki.” You smile, you hadn’t expected his next movement. His arms wrapping around your waist into a hug, the words you had said prior about being an amazing boyfriend. Had shot something inside of him, you believed he would be good at something, and maybe even maybe you believed he would be your amazing boyfriend.

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karmasuna · 4 years

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》you have a crush on bobby pins

pairing; shinso x f!reader

genre; fluff

wordcount; 2235

synopsis; it’s shinso’s birthday and he gets a very peculiar gift from a mystery person.

a/n; wooooo it’s shinso day! this is purely self indulgent and also heavily inspired by this assclass karashuu fic by @/gwendee on ao3! they’re like my all time favorite writer yes i just-

“Happy birthday, Shinso!”

“Thanks,” the purple haired boy glances back at the girl who had just walked past time, giving her a small smile just to be polite.

He doesn’t know that girl, he thinks. Ever since he’s joined the hero course he’s been getting a lot more attention, which he guesses was to be expected. It’s not bad, he supposes, but it does stand in stark contrast from how they had treated him just a year ago, shunning him because of his quirk. It’s a nice change.

Coming to a stop in front of his shoe locker, he opens it only to promptly be hit in the face by an onslaught of gifts and letters. Shinso sighs.

“Isn’t this is a bit too much,” he mutters quietly as he bends down to pick them up, nose scrunching a little when he catches a whiff of all the combined perfumes the girls must have drowned their cards and presents in.

Behind him Kaminari whistles lowly, eyeing the small mountain. “Bro, you’re gonna catch up to Todoroki’s level in no time. That dude has two fanclubs just here at school, I seriously have no idea how he does it.”

Finally managing to get everything out of his locker he slips on his indoor shoes, tapping them gently the floor before looking up at the blonde, unamused.

“Take whatever you want,” he gestures at the pile. “It’s not like I would be able to eat so much chocolate anyways. I don’t even like them that much.”

“Sweet,” the blonde flashes him a grin, already fishing out a bag from his backpack and wasting no time with shoving boxes in. “You’re the best.”

“You came prepared, didn’t you.” Shinso grabs the cards and envelopes, scanning through the names to see if anything catches his eye. Unsurprisingly, nothing does so he just tucks them away in his bag. Of course you hadn’t put something in his shoe locker, that’s just cliché.

Kaminari shrugs, standing up and heaving the bulging bag over his shoulder. “Bakugo never wants his presents either, so I’m ready for it.”

When he gets to the classroom he’s greeted by a chorus of birthday wishes and another small stack of gifts on his desk. These elicit a genuine smile from him. They’re from people who know him well and it shows in the unique presents they had each picked out.

It’s sappy but the thought they put into the presents makes his heart warm, and he doesn’t even try to stop the fond smile creeping onto his face as he flips through the album Midoriya had given him, complete with cute little notes from everyone.

His eyes widen when he gets to the bottom of the pile, looking at the small pouch in confusion. There’s a few bobby pins inside and a small scrap of notebook paper, unfolding it to see “happy birthday” hastily written in chicken scratch. Clearly whoever wrote it was either in a hurry or didn’t really put any effort into the gift.

It’s a strangely thoughtful present, he supposes. Maybe now his hair would finally stay out of his face even when he does his homework after school and his hair gel softens just enough to let a few wisps constantly poke at his eyes.

Shinso thinks long and hard about who possibly could have given him such a peculiar gift even as the school bell rings, tuning out Aizawa’s announcements as he gets lost in his own thoughts, eyes scanning the room for any potential answers.

There’s no way it could’ve been a boy. Last time he checked none of them were beauty gurus, and he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t know how to even use a bobby pin either, including himself.

So it was most likely a girl then. He finds his thoughts automatically drifts toward you, but he shoots the assumption down before it can even become an idea. Sure, out of all the girls he was definitely closest to you, but he’s convinced that you only talk to him because you feel sorry for his antisocial ass.

He sighs, burying his face in his hands. Now that he had jumped onto this thought train he can’t stop thinking about those stupid bobby pins.

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“Midoriya,” he later asks during class when he can’t take the curiosity anymore, “do you know if anyone in our class uses bobby pins?”

Midoriya looks visibly confused from his strange question, and Shinso honestly doesn’t blame him at all. “Aren’t they really common? I’m not sure, but even Eri has some.”

That wasn’t helpful at all. Shinso thanks him anyways, and moves on to see if Kaminari and his habit of “observing” girls would be of any help.

“Kaminari, I need you to help me find out who gave me bobby pins as a birthday present.”

The incredulous gaze he gets in response is definitely something he expected. “Um, what now?”

Shinso repeats himself, slower this time. The blonde still doesn’t seem to get it, so he pulls the small satchel out of his pocket and shows him. “Bobby pins,” he repeats, hoping Kaminari would connect the dots.

“Woah,” says Kaminari.

Shinso waits patiently to see if he had anything else to say. “That’s it? /Woah/?”

“I don’t know, man,” Kaminari peers at the little scrap of paper, studying the handwriting carefully. “I can help you ask around though. See what Jiro knows.”

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Later that day after school he takes the bag out and puts it on his desk, staring at the small note that came with. He feels stupid for having used up most of his birthday thinking about bobby pins of all things.

“I need to know,” he tells himself before pulling out his phone and dialing.

“The fuck you want, dipshit.” Bakugo picks up almost instantly, which Shinso is very thankful for.

“I need advice.”

“And you think I’m gonna help you like some shitty therapist? Fuck off, I don’t wanna hear you whine like a little bitch.”

Shinso waits a few moments, and when Bakugo doesn’t hang up he starts talking again. “I got bobby pins from someone in our class,” he begins.

“Why do I need to know this.” The blonde sounds angry on the other end, so he decides to stoke his ego a little.

“You don’t sugarcoat things, and I need you to tell me what I don’t want to hear. Not exactly something Midoriya can do.”

Bakugo snorts. “Damn right that shitty Deku’s useless. He’s fucking stupid.”

“Yes,” Shinso agrees, “so help me out here.”

And so he tells Bakugo everything. It’s not much given he really didn’t know anything about the mystery sender, but the blonde listens anyways, grunting occasionally to acknowledge his story.

“You have a crush on bobby pins,” Bakugo concludes when Shinso’s finished.

“Say what now.”

“You don’t know shit about whoever sent them but you can’t stop thinking about them. It’s pretty straightforward.”

The purple boy sighs loudly, not knowing what to say. Bakugo’s not wrong, really. It’s either that or-

“It’s either that or you have a crush on Y/N, since you obviously think she’s the one who gave them to you,” Bakugo says.

Shinso swears out loud. “I did not want to hear that,” he tells the other boy.

“Sorry. Maybe you shouldn’t have fuckin called me in the first place. This is a waste of time.” Bakugo doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“She doesn’t like me back.” At this point he doesn’t even bother hiding his crush on you anymore. If you were going to find out you would have ages ago.

“Why can’t you just ask her yourself and quit forcing me to listen to you whine like a little bitch.”

“Oh yeah.” He hadn’t even considered that an option. “I’ll definitely do that.”

“Cool. Can I leave now?”’

“Sure. Thanks, Bakugo.”

“I don’t want to hear your sappy shit,” is all he says before he hangs up.

Shinso takes in a deep breath before pulling up your contact and quickly typing in a message, finger hovering on the send button, contemplating whether he should send such a dumb-sounding message and potentially weird you out.

He’s still staring at the screen, his other hand going to brush hair from his eyes as he debates with himself.

Suddenly there’s a knock at his door that snaps him out of his thoughts and makes him jump, resulting in his finger accidentally hitting the send button. Groaning in frustration, he gives himself five seconds to wallow in his regrets before getting up to open the door, definitely not expecting to see you there.

“‘Toshi! I know it’s your birthday but it’s still Friday night, and you know what that means,” you grin at him, letting yourself in and flopping onto his bed.

He closes the door and nods, sighing with the motion makes his hair fall into his eyes again.

“Yeah, you’re gonna force me to watch Haikyuu with you again.”

You pout at him, scooting over to make space for him as you pull up the website on your laptop. “Don’t say it like you don’t enjoy it. I see the way you look whenever Yamaguchi gets to serve.”

“Shut up,” is all he says in response, but there’s no heat in his words.

“You aren’t denying it,” you say giddily, but your tone changes when you look at him and see him brushing hair out of his eyes again.

“Didn’t you get the bobby pins his morning? Use them, geez,” you say casually as if it were no big deal.

Shinso freezes in his actions, trying to process what you had just said. “Yeah, I did,” he says carefully, trying not to give way the way his heart was racing in his chest, “how’d you know?”

Just then your phone pings, you laughing when you see his message. “Mhm, I put them there. If you’re not gonna use them then give ‘em back, I don’t wanna waste any.

“Thanks,” he says, feeling oddly touched now that he knew it was really you. “I would use them but I don’t know how to.”

You raise a brow, surprised by this new information. “Seriously? Don’t worry, I gotcha. Where are they?”

Reaching over to grab a few from his desk he hands them to you, sitting still as you shuffle around to sit between his legs, carefully gathering the stray locks and twisting them gently. “Tell me if it hurts, yeah?”

His brain is short-circuiting from how close you suddenly are. He can practically smell your shampoo, and seeing you so pretty and focused up close doesn’t help him calm his heart at all.

Your lips look really kissable right now, he thinks to himself. If he just tilted his head up the smallest of fractions your lips would meet, but he’s too afraid of ruining your friendship.

“Damn, you really put a lot of effort into getting me a present,” he murmurs, “with the chicken scratch and all.”

“Shush, you know how bad I am with birthdays. Be grateful I got you anything at all.”

“Wow, I’m so touched,” he retorts sarcastically, rolling his eyes at how you had just blatantly admitted you didn’t remember his birthday, “guess this means I don’t have to get you that Oikawa figure for your birthday then.”

He chuckles when he feels you freeze up from his words. “What? You literally gave me your own pins and told me to give them back. What kind of a crappy birthday present is that?”

“No, please. I need my Tooru,” you whine, voice smaller than before. “I’ll get you something, anything I can afford, okay? Just tell me what you want.”

He hums, thinking about his options, waiting for you to get back to work on his hair before speaking up again. “Anything?”

“Anything my wallet can handle,” you clarify, mock glaring at him as you pull at the strands roughly, making him grunt in pain. “Okay okay, I got it, chill.”

“I don’t think what I want is going to hurt your wallet at all,” he breathes, studying your reaction to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable.

“Mhm,” you say, not really paying attention to his words as you slide the last bobby pin into his hair, “I’m done! What do you want then-”

You’re interrupted by him tilting his head up ever so slightly to press his lips against yours in a soft kiss. Gasping in surprise, you don’t even have time to react before he pulls back, rubbing at the back of his neck bashfully.

“Um, I’m sorry,” he begins, but this time you cut him off, throwing your hands around him and grinning.

“For what, stupid? Kiss me again.”

There’s no denying your words set his cheeks away, but he swallows before leaning back in to connect your lips again. Hands carefully snaking their way around your waist and pulling you even closer, holding you so gently as if he were afraid you would shatter or disappear.

“I really like you,” Shinso whispers when you pull apart, bumping his nose gently against yours.

“I like you a lot too, ‘Toshi,” you grin, “happy birthday.”

He hums in agreement, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Best birthday ever.”

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“I should just give you my phone case or something for your birthday.”

“What the hell? Our phones aren’t even the same model!”

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heartsywritesthethings · 3 years

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Tickling! Plus Ultra! 5 (End)

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The class of 1-A was quickly transported over to Momo Yaoyorozu’s mansion after both Bakugo and Deku were taken from the villains. They all had bags with their clothes and other items with them, standing in the middle of the foyer awkwardly. Even Momo seemed to be awkwardly standing around, even though this was her house. Sure, he had a few of the students over before, but never in a situation like this. Bakugo was being more distant than usual, not even standing near Kirishima like he usually did. Deku was smiling, but it was strained. Even Kirishima who was usually their spot of light in darkness, seemed to have a cloud over his head.

“Alright, everyone, let’s get everyone settled and…uh…” Momo said, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. She took a deep breath before leading everyone to their rooms.

“We should try and play a game to get everyone’s spirits up before we fall asleep.” Iida said, though the steam had left his voice. All of that running around had really taken the wind out of him.

“I…I think I’m a little too tired for our kinds of games tonight, guys.” Deku said, rubbing at his sides absently. All of the tickling from both their games and…especially since Toga had really done a number on his ticklish nerve endings. He wasn’t exactly ready for another round.

“‘Night.” Bakugo said curtly. He stepped into a room and closed the door behind him. The other students of 1-A heard the lock click and that was about it.

“Guess he’s tired.” Kirishima hummed to himself. He stared at the door a moment longer, wanting to go in and help Kacchan. It couldn’t feel good being attacked and kidnapped so many times by the league of villains. He couldn’t even imagine what those villains must have done and said to him.

“Well, everyone else is going to have to share bedrooms. I’ll take the couch in the main room since Bakugo took a room to himself.” Momo said with a small sigh. Not that she could blame him, but it still wasn’t entirely fair for him to just lock himself in some random house.

“Don’t worry about it, Momo! Since you were so nice to let us stay in your house, I’ll take the couch.” Kirishima said with a charming smile. Momo thought about it for a moment before shrugging. She was absolutely exhausted after making so many things on such a short notice earlier tonight.

“Alrighty then. The rest of you can follow me.” Momo said, waving for the rest of the class to shuffle behind her.

On the couch, Kirishima checked his phone for just about the millionth time. He was waiting for Bakugo to finally tell him that he was alright. A meme. A link to a Youtube channel. Anything. When nothing came across, he decided to put matters into his own hands. In the Bakugo Squad Group chat (Chaos Crew), he decided to share the code for the game that Bakugo couldn’t say no to.

QWTRZ - Among us code.

Kirishima’s red character ran around the lobby as he waited for his friends to join.

A pink character with a flower named SlimePrincess joined.

A yellow character with the dum sticker named ChargeBolt joined.

A white character with the floppy brown hat named 0 joined.

A purple character with a red beanie named EarJackD joined.

Kirishima chewed on his bottom lip as he waited. If they waited much longer, then they would be kicked for inactivity. Damn…Bakugo must really be in a bad mood if he didn’t want to play a game where he could slaughter his friends.

An orange character with an egg on top named ExplosionMrdr joined.

Kirishima smiled at his screen and began the game. The little sprites began running around the map and Kiri’s character stuck with Bakugo’s. He wished that there was a way he could chat with him within the game, but just sticking with him was good enough.

Well, that was until the little orange guy turned around and stabbed him in the back. Kirishima pouted at his screen. Just like Bakugo to kill him first thing in the game.

As a ghost, Kirishima’s character followed Bakugo’s around the map as he jumped in and out of vents and slashed at passersby. It was a short game and an absolute slaughterhouse. The very last crewmate who was left alive as the game ended had been Sero.

The next game, it was Kirishima who was the Imposter. He followed Bakugo around, ready to kill at a moment’s notice. As he did, Bakugo’s character ran to the button and pressed it.

What the hell?

ExplosionMrdr: it’s ****** hair.

SlimePrincess: Proof?

0: Proof?

ChargeBolt: Where?

EarJackD: No one died, Denki.

EarJackD: Kinda sus.

ExplosionMrdr: u idiots its literally **** hair

ExplosionMrdr voted.

0: Anyone wanna follow me to Medbay? I gotta get scanned.

RedR10t: Ill go with u

ChargeBolt: How do I vent like pink did?

EarJackD: im voting denki. Sus af.

EarJackD voted.

ChargeBolt voted.

RedR10t voted.

SlimePrincess voted.

0 voted.

No One was Ejected. (1) Imposter remains.

The game continued. Kirishima followed Bakugo again, but this time decided to turn off the lights and then kill Bakugo’s character in front of the medbay. No one saw because of the lowered lights.

There was a frustrated yell that the entire mansion could hear. Bakugo stormed out of his room and the sound of his pounding footsteps grew louder and louder. Kirishima stared at his phone screen as he heard his impending doom get closer and closer to him.

Bakugo grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to his feet.

“Is it you? Are you the imposter?” Bakugo yelled in his face.

Wait, what?

“U-uh, it’s just a game, dude and I didn’t mean to kill you–” Kirishima stammered. This was definitely not the reaction he had wanted. Sure, the frustrated scream and the storming out of the room was something he wanted, but this seemed like something more.

“Did you sell us out, shitty hair? Did you tell that stupid group of low lives what we were up to?” Bakugo yelled, almost as if he didn’t even hear anything that Kirishima had said.

“Dude, what are you talking about?” Kirishima asked, putting his hand on Bakugo’s wrist. It was a small gesture, but Bakugo retracted his hand. Bakugo ran his hands through his hair in stress.

“Just fucking tell me if it’s you. You can’t keep lying to my fucking face.” Bakugo continued, his voice trembling. Small sounds of footsteps could be heard as the others in the class peeked out of their rooms to see what all of the commotion was about. Kirishima frowned and took Bakugo’s wrist and led him into a different room.

“Alright, dude. What is going on? I’m sorry for killing you in the game, but this is a little much.” Kirishima said. He reached out and placed a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, but he pulled away.

“There’s someone here, shitty hair. Someone here that could have sold us out. Could still be selling us out! It could be you for all I fucking know!” Bakugo yelled, pointing an accusatory finger in Kirishima’s direction.

The red head sighed, a look of pity crossing his face. Whatever those villains had said to him…they made him think that there was some kind of traitor among the UA students. With how many times they had been caught and Bakugo had been kidnapped…it would make sense to a degree.

“Kacchan…look at me.” Kirishima said, stepping closer to Bakugo.

“Don’t get close to me!” Bakugo said, flinching away from his friend. He looked away from the red head, his body shaking all over. Kirishima took the risk of getting burned and wrapped his arms around Bakugo, hugging him as tightly as he could.

“Katuski…please. Take a deep breath, man.” Kirishima said softly.

Ever so slowly, Bakugo melted into the embrace. He wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s waist and buried his head in Kirishima’s neck.

“That bastard…whoever it is in this dumbass class…I’ll kill them.” Bakugo grumbled. Kirishima shook his head, squeezing Bakugo closer to him.

Having been taken hostage so many times has really gotten to him. After being beaten around and taken away from his friends so many times, it was perfectly reasonable that some trust issues towards his friends would start to surface.

“None of us would do that to you, man. Seriously. You may be loud and obnoxious, but everyone in this class thinks of you as a friend.” Kirishima said, resting his hand on the back of Bakugo’s head. He could feel something wet against the shoulder of his shirt and he just knew that Bakugo was…crying. It broke his heart.

“There’s…someone here, Kiri. They’re going to take us down from the inside. It’s so damn stupid.” Bakugo wheezed, clawing at the back of Kirishima’s shirt. Kirishima sighed heavily, feeling tears of his own in his eyes as he held his friend. It really broke his heart to see Kacchan like this. This hurt.

“No one is out to get you, Bakugo. Even if they are, I-I’ll protect you, okay?” Kirishima told him. He meant every word of it too. He pat his hand against Bakugo’s back and pulled away ever so slightly.

“Come on, let’s go to bed, okay?” He said.

Bakugo pulled away and wiped his face wildly with his shirt.

“Whatever. Yeah, sure. You should probably sleep in a bed, dumbass.” He grumbled and turned to walk back up to the room that he had stormed out of. Kirishima sniffled and wiped his own tears from his face. He snatched up his phone and his bag of stuff as he walked up to the bedroom. Once inside, Bakugo threw himself on the bed with very little grace. Kirishima set his stuff down on a nearby bedside and crawled into the bed as well. Once he did, Bakugo slowly pulled himself by Kirishima’s side. He rested his head on Kirishima’s shoulder, threw an arm around his waist, and tangled their legs together. Kirishima couldn’t help but smile as the blonde got himself comfortable.

“Despite everything, I’m glad the class got to know your special weakness. Now I can tickle you out in the open,” Kirishima said, sliding his fingertips up and down Bakugo’s back. Bakugo squirmed slightly, but he didn’t remove himself from Kirishima’s side.

“Bet your ass that I’ll kill you tomorrow. You won’t escape my wrath.” Bakugo grumbled, pushing his face further against Kirishima’s shoulder.

“Plus ultra?” Kirishima teased and tweaked a couple of Bakugo’s ribs.

“Pluhus Ultra.” Bakugo chuckled.

Kirishima hummed softly and pressed his lips against the top of Bakugo’s head in a soft kiss.

“Shut up and go to sleep, shitty hair.” Bakugo said. Kirishima let his fingers drag up and down Bakugo’s back just a few strokes longer before he slowly drifted off to sleep.

12/25

-Ga!babe

#25 Days of Fics #GA!babe #submission #Tickling Plus Ultra #12/25 #a lil bit of among us in there #some traitor/imposter angst #NICE #still love that horikoshi just forgot that completely #that's the end of the my hero fics for this baby!#nicely done babe always love your writing #and the bakusquad is just so good #and now I'm caught up enjoy the double post since I suuuuuuuuck

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 4 years

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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 54: Back to School

Presenting the next chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

Due to scheduling things, this is being simultaneously posted here and AO3!

This chapter and earlier ones can be found here

The mood in the common room was rather somber. The events of their Internships and the Nomu attack on the city still obviously weighed heavily on everyone’s minds. But Class 1-A had returned to U.A. all the same. Even in the wake of chaos, their parents had insisted. U.A. was one of the safest places in Japan and future Heroes could not be cowed by such threats in any case.

Iasamu… honestly wasn’t as scared as he thought he’d be. True, that creature, the Nomu, had been absolutely frightening. But he’d been ready to fight it all the same. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would have done, but all three of them—him, Midoriya, and Kocho—had been ready to fight it, like they’d moved without thinking. Thank goodness Deku had recovered in time to take care of it instead, though. But maybe a good blast would have done something?

He’d always wondered what he was really doing here. Trying to prove himself, trying to be even more than his parents had been. He’d often wondered if he could keep up with the kids of actual Heroes. Between winning the Sports Festival and his Internship—freaking Deku believing in him!—he felt like he’d maybe made a turn in that regard.

It hadn’t even been a question if he’d return to U.A. He’d set himself on this path and intended to see it through. Dad hadn’t been surprised and Mom hadn’t taken much convincing, though both of them had hugged him and cried and told him they were proud of him.

And after all that… maybe it was time to think about not keeping secrets from his friends.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t a frightening world out there. So many Heroes had gotten hurt fighting those Nomu (Even Dad had briefly gotten into the fight, giving Ingenium a few extra seconds to recover, something Mom had yelled at him for risking.). A lot of them would probably be out for at least a week, according to most news sources, some of them for even longer. And then there was what happened to Ground Zero…

Isamu plopped down on one of the couches, next to Tokoyami, Midoriya, and Sora Iida. Tokoyami actually had Frog-Shadow out, the familiar happily perched on one of her shoulders. Usually, she kept her Quirk under wraps, but she’d let Frog-Shadow out to play all evening for once. Hadn’t even argued with her all that much compared to usual. Iida was sitting as close to Midoriya as possible without actually sitting in his lap, pressed right up against him with one arm around him, her hand on his leg. Midoriya had an arm almost around her, his hand hovering just above her hip, shaking. She was so close that he was pressed against her… chest. He had to fight to keep from chuckling at that. Midoriya could face down a Nomu but got the shakes around his girlfriend. Of course, given how he flailed like a maniac whenever Mineta got flirtatious, he was hardly Mister Smooth himself.

Speaking of girlfriends, though he wasn’t sure they were really there yet, he’d been to see Kana Tetsutetsu already, and stammered his own way through that. It was still hard to believe an amazing girl like her was interested in a guy like him. She’d come out of everything on Saturday safely, though her mentor, Phantom Thief, had been hurt in the fighting. Still, she’d expressed concern and sympathy when he’d talked about how close to the start of things he’d been. According to her, Class 1-B had mostly been further from the action than 1-A had ended up, though she was worried about Shiro Monoma, who hadn’t yet made it back to school, even though he hadn’t been hurt. He didn’t much like what he had seen of the guy, but she’d seemed concerned, so he’d expressed his sympathy as well.

Around the common room, most of 1-A had broken into their usual friendship groups. Isamu could see Kirishima-Bakugo in a corner, talking softly to Izumi, looking about as broken as he’d ever seen her. In fact, she looked like she was on the verge of tears. He didn’t blame her, not with what was going on with her family. He wished there was something he could say, but she was unlikely to accept sympathy from him. She barely tolerated his presence on a good day. Midoriya and Izumi were about the only people she really seemed to like.

But it was very strange, seeing her seem so broken. She was angry and aggressive, yes, but she was also one of the boldest people he knew, always throwing herself headlong into anything and everything. That she hadn’t yelled at anyone all evening was just… wrong.

The other couch was occupied by Ojiro, Sato, Sero, and Tensei Iida. None of them seemed as lively as usual. Ojiro wasn’t even smacking Sero, which had to be a first. Sato in particular looked particularly down, though Ojiro seemed to be trying to cheer him up.

Sero was showing his boyfriend something on his phone and Isamu recalled the male Iida had briefly gone viral a few days ago, before everything had broken out. Perhaps it was something about that? Sero was extraordinarily media savvy, after all.

Mineta and Kaminari occupied another pair of chairs. Mineta seemed the closest to her usual self of anyone. She was making gestures with her hands that seemed to be outlining someone’s shape, with particular emphasis on that person’s rear end. Isamu caught a brief mention of “so freaking hot” from Mineta, while Kaminari just rolled her eyes at her friend’s antics.

Koda, Shoji, and Aoyama occupied the other table. Isamu had heard than none of them had seen much action, with Koda having even been too far away to get involved. A few months into school, he still didn’t know Koda or Shoji very well. But he had become friendlier with Aoyama in the events leading up to the Sports Festival. He knew he was really trying to prove himself, in spite of the attitude. Being sidelined probably hadn’t sat well with him.

Koda did like kind of down, though. She was usually a fairly cheerful, if subdued, girl, so Isamu wasn’t really sure what was up with that. As far as he knew, she hadn’t even been involved in anything, so he wasn’t sure what was weighing on them.

He also couldn’t help but wonder how Kocho was doing. Even without Pro-Hero parents, he’d grown up with stories of his parents’ Vigilante adventures, and had actual Hero classes. She hadn’t even had that and had gotten thrown in the deep end. Maybe he’d make a point and see how she was doing tomorrow.

None of them had really talked much about what they’d seen during the Nomu attack. Just a few words here or there, asking if someone else was okay, or saying that they’d been way too close. When pressed for more conversation, it would inevitably turn to Deku and how he had saved the day. A good, safe topic that didn’t rely on remembering how much danger you’d been in.

He looked between Midoriya and Tokoyami. “Either of you talk to Shinso?” he asked. “He’s not back yet. I tried texting him, but he never texted back.” The dorm seemed a lot quieter without the little guy’s constant chatter. He’d half expected to come back to a play by play of all the different Hero vs. Nomu fights, repeated ad nauseam.

Midoriya frowned. “Dad brought him to the hospital with Uncle Kacchan. He was there when he got hurt. Pretty shook up by it. He was supposed to go home today, but I didn’t have a chance to check on him when we brought Mom home.”

“How is she, by the way?” Sora Iida asked.

“Getting better,” he replied. “She mostly just needs some rest. Grandma Inko’s going to stay with her while Dad’s investigating everything.”

“I haven’t heart from Shota either,” Tokoyami said. She passed a pretzel from the bowl she was snacking from up to Frog-Shadow, who took it gratefully. “I also tried texting him, but he didn’t respond.”

“Same,” Midoriya added. “I hope he’s okay…”

Iida shook her head. “I know seeing Kestrel being hurt was not a pleasant sight and her chances of survival were much higher than Ground Zero’s. Her wings were very nearly ripped from her body.”

Midoriya actually moved her hand from his knee and took it in his, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry you all had to be out there for that,” Tokoyami said. “We were stuck inside, watching it and that was terrible enough. I feared for all of you.”

Frankly, Isamu had feared for all of them too. He’d feared for himself as well. But behind that fear, he’d found himself starting to move without even having a chance to think. And it sounded like many of the rest of the class had stepped up as well.

Maybe that was what being a Hero was about?

The door to outside opened and Aizawa walked in. He looked tired, more than usual. “Gather ‘round,” he said simply. Oddly enough, he didn’t seem as irritated with them as he usually was. “I’ve got some important announcements.”

***

Izumi looked over to Katsumi. “Shall we?” she asked, gesturing towards the center of the room. The others who had been scattered about were heading there, where Aizawa stood waiting on them. Her friend looked terrible and Izumi could not blame her. Katsumi had experienced much during her Internship, from being unable to save someone on her first day, to seeing Aunt Ochaco hurt, to what had happened to Uncle Katsuki. Those would have been terrible burdens to place upon an adult Hero, let alone a teenager.

She would need to keep a close eye on her dear friend in the days to come. Katsumi herself would be the first to admit that she did not do well processing difficult emotions and that often resulted in violent outbursts. With nearly everyone in an agitated state, it would be far too easy to ignite a spark.

Katsumi had said her father was going to speak to Doctor Shield and Mrs. Hatsume about possible prosthetic options, but that a workable one seemed beyond current science. He would be in the hospital for some time yet, for physical therapy and to avoid post-surgical complications. Her friend would need much support during these next days and Izumi hoped she would not be found wanting.

Her own thoughts were, sadly, preoccupied. The events of the Nomu attack played out upon her mind. She’d been forced to listen while Uncle Denki and Mister Minoru fought the Nomu, somehow managing to hold their own long enough for Uncle Izuku to arrive and take it out in one mighty blow. Both had emerged battered, but alive, able to resume their operations in a short amount of time. But the fear that she had felt when she thought she had trapped them in with it to die still lingered.

And there was still the mystery of the Villain called Plague to unravel. With everything that had happened, she hadn’t had a chance to speak to her parents about him and his connection to her. She did not doubt they would be truthful if she asked, but she could not help but wonder just how truthful or cagey they would be. A great many people seemed to be going to a great deal of trouble to hide things from both her and the public eye.

There was also the mystery of the stuffed animal someone had brought her while she was in the hospital, which now rested upon her bed in her dorm room. Her father had tensed briefly upon seeing it, but had let it go. Though no one had offered any explanations, it tugged at cloudy childhood memories.

Katsumi nodded sullenly and they went to stand behind one of the couches with the others. Once they were all assembled, Aizawa began to speak, taking a moment to look over all of them. He always looked tired, but somehow, he looked even more so now, as though the weight of the world had come crashing down upon him. Hadn’t UA been removed from the fighting? What could be troubling their teacher?

“Firstly, while we will be discussing them more in class, let me say that the preliminary remarks I received from your Internship mentors were largely positive.” His gaze lingered for a minute on a few members of the class, especially Sero and Mineta, but he continued.

“Especially considering what I’ve heard about your participation in Saturday’s events. You should never have been put in that position, and for that, I am sorry. But being a Hero comes with few promises of safety. Your mentors did—for the most part—the best they could to keep you out of things, but some measure of conflict appears to be have been unavoidable.

“That being said, Hound Dog will be available for counseling sessions. For the majority of you, this is not optional. With the exception of Koda and Tokoyami, all of you were directly on the streets at the same time as these monsters. Some of you may require more sessions than others, and there is no shame in that. Being a Hero requires both mental and physical health. In the meantime, we’ll be reshuffling the nature of your Heroics classes for more theoretical and historical work until such time as you’re cleared to participate in more dangerous and violent activities.”

“We’ve already scheduled a session, sir,” Asuka said. Izumi recalled that she’d been hurt prior to the Nomu attacks and had been taken off the streets early, though she had no physical injuries that she could see. “We” was interesting though. Her and Frog-Shadow, perhaps?

“I… actually have my own issues I would like to discuss, given the opportunity,” Koda added softly. She was usually one of the more even keeled members of their class. What would have affected her like that?

“Aw, screw it,” Katsumi growled next to her, crossing her muscular arms. “I’m fine. I don’t need a damn headshrinker.”

Aizawa held her gaze for a moment. A tenseness, like a bomb waiting to explode, hung in the air. Was Katsumi going to explode so soon? “Then you won’t require more than one session to clear you.”

She held his gaze, not flinching or backing down in the slightest, then nodded, seemingly satisfied she’d met the insinuation she needed help on her own terms.

Aizawa’s gaze seemed to soften for a moment and his head drooped ever so slightly. “While I regret that you had to be placed into action like you were… I am very proud of all of you. Any questions?”

Toshi’s hand shot into the air. “Where’s Shota?”

That was something Izumi was wondering as well. The dorm seemed somehow emptier without Shota’s constant chatter and cheery face. They all could have used some of that cheer, but with what Katsumi had said, there was likely very little to be had.

At that, Aizawa seemed to draw into himself ever so slightly. When he spoke, his voice had lost more of its forcefulness and edge. He was Shota’s godfather, after all, and held a close relationship with Shota’s father. Shota’s absence and what it meant was obviously very personal for their teacher. “Shinso will hopefully be rejoining the class sometime this week.”

Izumi raised her own hand. “Is he all right?” No one had said anything about him being hurt, but as the youngest and most naïve and idealistic of the class, the harshness of reality would have fallen heavily down upon him. A weight like that, grappling with your own inadequacies, perceived or real, would pull you down into a dark abyss.

Izumi knew something about that.

“I haven’t been able to get ahold of him,” Asuka said.

“Me neither,” Toshi added.

“I haven’t either,” Isamu said.

Next to her, Izumi could hear Katsumi counting, as their classmates began to speculate on Shota’s location and status. When she reached ten, she let out a demonic sounding growl that made Izumi take a step back.

“All of you shut the hell up and leave the kid alone!” Katsumi shouted. “If he wants to talk, he’ll fucking talk! He doesn’t need any of you damn feel goods trying to drag anything out of him!”

Katsumi’s sudden protective streak, Izumi had seen it unleashed on her behalf often. But Shota, like Shinji, had been closer to Katsumi when they were younger, and she had sometimes stepped in on his behalf. It looked like it was coming out again. Not surprising, given what Katsumi had said had happened.

Aizawa cleared his throat. “Thank you, Kirishima-Bakugo, for that vulgar, if not completely inaccurate assessment. As I said, Shinso will likely be rejoining us later this week. I know many of you are his friends, but I would request that you respect his desire for privacy during this time.”

He continued, and the world-weariness settled heavily in his eyes again. “Additionally, Principal Nezu passed away last night. We’re still working on funeral arrangements. An announcement will be made once plans are more solidified. He thought very highly of all of you and would want you all to carry on and continue to grow.”

He looked around the room once more. “I’ll expect all of you in class tomorrow morning, on time. We’ll begin discussion of your internships and your sessions with Hound Dog then. I know… I know you’ve all been through a lot. But try to get some rest tonight.”

***

“I can’t believe you were right in the thick of everything, Kohco!” Momoko Mogura, short, bespectacled, and mole-like, said.

Koharu finished putting her fresh laundry away, turning to the mole-girl sitting on her bed. “I really wasn’t in the thick of anything,” she said. “I mean, I was there when Deku fought that thing, and I got to go on some patrols and get some training before that. It’s not like I did any real fighting or anything.”

No, but she’d been ready to… what, exactly? Her body had practically moved on its own, wings lifting her into the air to try and help protect Lemillion from the Nomu. What exactly had she thought her Moth-powers were going to do to a nightmare that could knock down Deku?

“That’s way closer than any of us got!” Mogura said. She pushed her glasses up with one clawed finger. “We were all so worried!”

While the Hero and Support courses got Internships, the General Education courses and the Business courses had different paths. The Business courses would do Internships of their own later in the year, after the School Festival, and the General Education courses simply continued their rigorous studies. There was always the chance of some work shadowing experiences, but the focus was academics.

She had a decent amount of work to make up, but she considered it worth it.

Koharu gave her best friend an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry,” Koharu said. “Didn’t exactly plan on any of that.”

“I cannot believe you got to work with Deku and Shinso!” Yu Tokuda, another of her classmates and friends said, also sitting on the bed with Mogura. Her dark purple hair hung about her shoulders, and her single eye blinked rapidly. The way she spoke so reverently of both of them, it reminded Koharu of how she’d been on her first day of her Internship.

That seemed like such a lifetime ago, even though it had only been a week.

“They’re just normal people, Tokuda.” She considered, then continued, “Until they’re not. There’s a point where they just… go beyond, I guess. I’m not sure there’s good words for it.”

Deku and Lemillion especially. Watching them turn from a couple of goofballs into serious heroes in the blink of an eye, she wondered just how they could turn it on and off like that. Shinso had been more serious, of course, but even he softened considerably when talking about his family or trying not to facepalm at something Lemlillion had done. And all his composure went out the window when his wife was around and trying to be flirtatious.

Koharu took a minute to look around her room. For the most part, it was a normal room, like any teenage girl might have. Sure, there was an elaborate mirror she used when cleaning her wings, but that wasn’t really anything special. There was her poster of the Voice, of course, who almost never allowed merchandise. And one of Glamour too. Though, if she was pressed to admit it, that might have been for a slightly different reason.

With a little luck, so long as she passed her final exams, she’d be packing it all up for the second term.

“Guess that makes you the big hero now,” Mogura said. She looked down. “You’re not going to… to forget about us, are you?” She looked so forlorn that it practically broke Koharu’s heart. Shy and unassuming, with significant mutations, Mohura didn’t have a lot of friends, even in the class.

“She’s just moving a couple dorms over,” Tokuda said. “It’s not like she’s going to a different school or anything.”

“Hey, listen to me,” Koharu said. She moved and sat down on the bed, keeping her wings carefully out of the way. She put an arm around Mogura’s shoulders. “Just because I’m going to be moving dorms doesn’t mean we’re not still going to be friends. Gen Ed doesn’t forget. Doesn’t matter how busy I get, I’ll make time.”

Who knows, maybe she could even introduce her friends to the Class 1-A girls? Get a few little intercourse friendships started?

“Promise?”

“Of course, I do.”

A soft knocking brought her attention to the doorway to her room, where their Class Representative, Jin Satome, stood. “Kocho,” he said, running a hand through his sandy brown hair. “You’re back. Good. Are you all right? After… everything?”

Koharu gave him a reassuring smile. Satome was Quirkless (He was about the only Quirkless person any of them knew, though she supposed she could now count Doctor Shield as well.), with no aspirations towards joining the Hero Course. He was smart and dependable, but tended to be largely risk adverse. He’d been supportive, but questioning, of her desire to join the Hero Course. Few people in General Education actually did want to transfer, not really, even though some fantasized about it. It was the great hope, though, for a few. It had definitely been hers.

“I’m fine,” she said. “Didn’t even get a scratch on me.”

He nodded. “Good,” he said, jerking a thumb behind him. “Vice-Principal Midnight’s downstairs waiting for you with Hibiki-sensei.”

The Vice-Principal and their Homeroom teacher? That… didn’t sound good.

***

“Ah, good to see you, Kocho,” Hibiki-sensei said. “Thanks for joining us.” He was an ordinary and avuncular man, with dark hair and glasses, a little overweight, somewhere in his mid-forties. Like most of the teachers in the General Education department, he was not a Pro-Hero. He had a Quirk which let him read print by running his fingertips over it.

“Yes, thank you,” Vice-Principal Midnight said. Koharu had seen the woman around campus a few times, including at the orientation ceremony on the first day of school, but even dressed professionally, she was a formidable presence. Of course, Koharu was also familiar with her heroic exploits as well.

She could scarcely think of why both of them would be here to see her. And what she was coming up with wasn’t good. Were they revoking her transfer? Putting it off? Deku had made it sound like it was pretty much a done deal, with even a new Homeroom picked out. Had she messed up in her Internship somehow? Did they decide letting her in was a bad idea after all the craziness that had gone down?

“Am I… in trouble?” she asked.

Surprise flittered over their faces. “What? Oh, no, sweetie,” Midnight said, sympathetically. “We’re just checking in on you.”

Hibiki-sensei nodded. “The Vice-Principal briefed me on what you encountered during your Internship. And I saw those… awful things on the television reports. To think, one of my students was out there during that…”

Midnight placed a fingertip along her chin, stroking it daintily. “Midoriya and Shinso’s early reports about you were highly complementary. It looks to me like we missed out having you in the Hero Course to begin with.”

Okay, was she this distracting on purpose or just that good at it naturally? Her voice practically purred no matter what she was saying. Dammit, Koharu, stop being a useless lesbian! She’s old enough to be your mother!

“But you were thrown into the deep end,” she continued. “The Hero Course students are already reeling from it, even those who weren’t directly involved. Those monsters, that kind of action, it would shake anyone.”

Koharu titled her head. “It was scary, sure,” she said. “Really scary. I mean, probably the most scared I’ve ever been in my entire life. That thing was beating up Deku!”

She gave her wings a little flick. “But he beat it. Then he saved everybody.”

Hibiki-sensei took off his glasses, cleaning them on his shirt. “He did,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t change what led up to his victory.”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I think you’re going to have to fill me in? Because I’m not following.”

Midnight gave her a kind smile. “We’re just saying that if, after that, you want to defer or cancel your transfer, we’d understand. No shame in it, no judgement. With your marks and skills, we’d be happy to keep the spot open.”

They… they thought she wanted to back out?

“Now you’re sounding like my mom,” she said. Instantly realizing what she’d just said, she slapped a hand over her mouth. If she could have snatched the words from the air, she would have.

Midnight just stared at her and for a moment, her left eye began to twitch behind her glasses. Hibiki-sensei took a couple of additional steps to the left, giving the Vice-Principal more room.

Of course, none of it had changed the fact that it was true. Mom had been reluctantly to let her go forward with her plan to transfer to the Hero Course. She’d argued Koharu should just stay in General Education, maybe think about transferring in the second year, when the world got a little less crazy.

What she hadn’t understood was that seeing Deku in action, seeing Lemillion in action, seeing the Voice and Glamour in action, even seeing Midoriya and Haimawari in action, had galvanized her resolve, now more than ever. The way they helped people, the ways they could help people, the fact that they could, in a moment, turn a nightmare into a victory…

During the middle of her Internship, Deku had trusted her with being his eyes in the sky. She’d done her best to help there, satisfied that even providing that perspective was accomplishing something. When she’d expressed doubt about how much she was really helping, Deku had told her, “Everybody’s got the power to help. It isn’t a contest. The desire and the will to help is what really matters. Training and time will take care of the rest.”

Her Moth Quirk wasn’t as impressive as some out there, like Deku’s Super-Power or Lemillion’s Permeation, or even Midoriya’s Personal Gravity and Haimawari’s Slide and Glide. But subtle powers, like the Voice’s Brainwashing, or even more ordinary ones, could be just as useful, just as helpful. If it could help just one person…

“Ma’am,” she said, and then instantly regretted it again, because Midnight flinched again. “If anything… what happened… it just means I want it even more. I saw what it’s like out there. People are always going to need help from someone. And that someone is who I want to be. When the monsters show up, I want to be one of the ones who does something.”

“Well said, Kocho,” Hibiki-sensei said, nodding. “I wouldn’t have expected anything less of you. We would still like you to speak with Hound Dog, at least once, though. Just to make sure you’re all right.”

“Indeed,” Midnight said. “Some… impertinent comments about my age aside, I think you’re definitely got what it takes to start your hero academia.”

#my hero academia #their hero academia #isamu haimawari #izumi todoroki #Koharu Kocho #fan fic #fan fiction #my writing

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bakudekuficlibrary · 5 years

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Any fics that have Eri in it? Like Eri is their daughter, or looking after her, etc. Cause i need some cute Eri with BKDK

I found these! Some are more Eri-centric than others but I hope you’ll enjoy all of them!

-Fi

10 Works.

Blossom by ukiinas( G | 955 | 1/1 )

Izuku and Katsuki make flower crowns with Eri. Wonder Duo shenanigans ensue.

My Hero Academia: The Irreplaceable Family by DerbyDevil( M | 21624+ | 6/? )

Izuku and Eri are on the run. After escaping from a car crash, both of them wanders into a forest to where none of them expected to meet up with U.A students and teachers that was training. Never in Izuku’s life would he thought that this fateful encounter can lead to much more than he ever realized. Family, trust, enemies, love, and secrets soon boils not only in his heart, but also in everyone else.

The question is, can Izuku and Eri trust their lives and find a family that they desire in between the clashes of heroes and villains?

Everything soon to be tell, as their journey unfolds.

Arrhythmia by shingekino_neon( E | 27053 | 11/11 )

Stuck in the middle of a zombie outbreak, Bakugou and his friends are just trying to survive. When they meet up with an attractive stranger named Deku, and his companion, Eri, the group takes them in–despite the fact that their supplies are dwindling, and the possibility of relocating is quickly shifting to necessity. With their arrival comes the unexpected chance of a safer and more permanent place to live, and everyone decides to take the risk–resulting in Bakugou and Deku being separated from the group. As they’re forced to work together to survive, their relationship grows into something neither of them expect.

Not So Shitty After All by Amajjzy( T | 7145 | 1/1 )

Due to a miscalculation on Izuku’s part, Katsuki is now stuck watching both Eri and Kouta for him while he goes off to training. He ends up realizing a lot more about the nerd than he’d originally bargained for.

i swear come tomorrow, this will all be in our past (it might be for the best) by potato_post_community( T | 14303+ | 8/9 )

After years of trying to get the hang of parenting, Midoriya Izuku takes Kirishima up on his offer of coming to Bakugou’s Welcome Home party. With Bakugou not having a place to stay, Izuku agrees to let him stay at his house until he finds an apartment. Too bad he forgets to tell him he has kids. (Oops.)

Or, in which Izuku is a human disaster, Kouta is a mean munchkin, Eri is adorable, and Katsuki is a mess.

Chalk and Stale Coffee by Synnie( M | 45573 | 15/15 )

Raising a little girl wasn’t easy, but pro hero Katsuki Bakugo felt he owed it to her after an accident in the field left her parents dead and him shouldering the blame.

But now she was starting school and her teacher was a lot cuter than Katsuki had been expecting.

Be My Baby…sitter, Babysitter. by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs)( M | 4934 | 1/1 )

It’s been a while since Katsuki Bakugo has gone home to visit his parents and his adoptive sister Eri…and Eri’s new babysitter? Katsuki wasn’t expecting to run into his childhood friend when he came home.

He especially didn’t expect him to be so hot.

An “Oh No, He’s Hot!” babysitting fluff fic

The Keeper and the Sun God’s Heir by SurelyHeavenWaits( E | 12746 | 3/3 )

The Titans’ have stolen something important from Izuku, heir of the Sun God, and he wants it back.

if you can’t find the morning light, i’m here tonight by yabakuboi ( M | 3488 | 1/1 )

“You’re still you.” Katsuki can’t look at him as he says it. “You’re still Deku, but you’re not useless. You got dealt a shit hand, but you didn’t give up. You’re strong as hell, and you always have been. I didn’t see it as a kid, but I do now.”

Katsuki swallows. There’s a sharp smell to the air, blossoming up from where Izuku sits across from him at the little breakfast table, and it smells like grief, but like relief. And when he meets Izuku’s teary eyes, he feels his heart thud heavily in his chest. Slowly, cautiously, he slides his hands across the table and takes Izuku’s into his own.—Katsuki was never sure what happened to his childhood friend, quirkless Izuku who had presented as an omega and was whisked away to a traditional matchmaking house. Katsuki never saw him again after that, and tried to convince himself it was for the best. Many lonely years pass before he finds Izuku in the last place he ever wanted to, in the middle of a battlefield with a child clutching to his shirt.

All Because You Are My Hero by bluelove22 ( T | 66378 | 10/10 )

*Manga spoilers!* The Cultural Festival is approaching, and after much discussion Class 1-A has been split into three teams: band, staging, and dance. However, when the band team seems to be having trouble picking music for the performance Izuku surprises everyone with a talent no one knew he had (aka songwriter, singer, and dancer !Izuku).

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I wanted to make a pt2 to my sharing headphones story so here you go

Kirishima didn't know how he wound up in Bakugo's room. There was no excuse of homework, or the crippling silence of a long day of class that left them both aching for a comfortable bed to lay on.

Maybe he had just yearned for the company. It had been a long day of doing nothing but sitting mindlessly with his crew down in the common room, Deku and friends wandering in every now and again. They'd spent the day watching TV and eating food far too unhealthy for aspiring heroes.

When the day had drawn to an end Mina sat in Kirishima's room, braiding his hair and gossiping about whoever came to mind.

Then Kirishima had been alone in his previously too-loud room. Bakugou had let him in with a grunt, leaving the door open for Kirishima to follow him in.

Katsuki sat heavily on his bed with his phone in his hand. So Kirishima pulled his out to distract himself. The silence had a hold of his throat, as if Shigaraki had grabbed at it. It suffocated him slowly until he clicked on the music app and turned on something soft yet with a quick beat.

Then he set his phone to the side, scooting closer to Bakugo. The boy had been too quiet. He'd not said a word to Kirishima, and who could blame him, said boy had been down stairs all day avoiding the texts and side stares he'd gotten from Bakugo.

Now he could give him attention if he so wanted it. "Was you day that bad?" He started, laying a hand experimentally on Bakugo's thigh right above his knee.

Bakugo didn't flinch away, only shot a glare to the red head. "Shitty hair." He addressed him, eyes aflame. Kirishima smiled wide and toothy all to giddly at the nickname.

His face felt like the sun under Bakugou's stare. Eyes searching and longing for something neither understood. "I can't work with that. You have to give me an answer." Kirishima chuckled, shifting so he sat facing Bakugo, his hand leaving just to be placed on Bakugo's arm. He ran his fingers over the harsh, cold skin teasing him at the wrists from beneath the long sleeved black shirt the other wore.

"Fuck off." Bakugo growled, flopping back onto the bed awkwardly. He looked to Kirishima expectantly, rolling his eyes when the other didn't seem to catch on. He gestured for the other to follow him in his movements, having him lay beside him.

The music danced around the room, lulling them into a silence once again. Bakugo dared Kirishima to break it as the blondes hands found Kirishima's waist. His thumb drew odd shaped into the soft skin and Eijirou had to remember how to breathe.

The pressure was almost too much for him. He shifted closer, smiling like an idiot, eyes not leaving the others. Bakugo on the other hand wouldn't make eye contact. He glared at kirishima's clothed chest, almost as if he wished it would be a dream and he could wake up any moment to the other being gone and he wouldn't be any more phased.

As much as Kirishima wanted to care, the pressure to his waist was ghosted over his hip and down the side of his stomach. He let Bakugo run his hand over his chest until he reached his shoulder, having pulled the red tank top awkwardly to the blade of Kirishima's arm, a silent request in wich Kirishima obliged.

He threw the shirt aside, once again shifting closer to the ever silent Bakugo.

Kirishima had decoded a long while ago not to question their actions. He'd be too scared and back down if he let himself think. He knew this wasn't what friends do in the dark of rooms with soft music pulling bodies together. He knew this was more.

He also knew speaking about it would throw it all off and Bakugo would refuse to touch him ever again. So he shifted closer, letting his chest press against warm black cotton. Bakugo wasn't his usual touchy self. He was sweet, almost hesitant to run a finger down Kirishima's spine, knowing it drives a shock down his body almost like being electrocuted by Denki.

Bakugo almost pulled away when breath caught as nails scratched over a flexing muscle. Kirishima almost breathed out their safe word when a finger looped around his belt loop, but sealed his mouth shut when the hand went limp, hanging from his jeans.

He looked over his best friend, his demeanor completely off from his usual self.

The usually overzealous Bakugo lay next to him, chest barely moving, eyes tired as they scanned over Kirishima almost lovingly, lips neutral trying to hide the hint of a content smile.

Then Kirishima let his own hand rest at Bakugo's lower back, he whispered a sentiment into the others ear and let the blond hair fall messily into his face when Bakugo let himself fall drowsily onto Kirishima's chest, letting his eyes close. "I hate you shitty hair." Bakugo shot tiredly, not with any bite behind them.

Kirishima let his chest heave once at that. He wouldn't reply. He didn't trust himself. If he had he might regret it. What was he to say? Yeah, I love you too, Katsuki?

No, so he sat in silence, listening to the music that seemed far to fast and angry for the situation. He'd really have to download new music. Something far more suited for going in these circles with his best friend. Maybe something romantic. Would Bakugo kill him? He knew he would never get to it, never be able to bring himself to do it. If not for the fact that he would make excuses about how he didn't have time, then for his inanity to go through with it in general.

Who knew what would happen if he were to. Maybe the setting would be too romantic and Bakugo would be uncomfortable. Maybe Kirishima was just afraid of how far they could get if he'd been put into that situation.

No matter the excise, Bakugo was still right here with him, laying in him. His breath came out in time with the song that played. Neither were in a hurry to get too far, as long as Bakugo was content.

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