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Your Kaachan (Katsuki Bakugou Poem-based Story Prompt)

On a foggy noon of a winter's day I stand at the edge of the world I once knew For six feet below I know you lay As I reminice about all the things you would do A boistrous laughter that echoed in the hall  Now filled with the deafening silence Nearly nothing left of you at all No guardian, no home, and no guidance I look down onto the stone engraved Where I'd spend hours as I wept As my memories continue to fade This is all of you I have left  I miss you, nerd                   ~Your Kaachan

#katsuki bakugo headcanons #sadbnha #major character death #izuku midoriya

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“Happy Birthday, Kaachan!” (Izuku Midoriya and Bakugou Katsuki HC/short story)

TW: major character d34th, tying down, su1c1d3             After years and years of torment and harassment from Bakugou, Izuku finally acquired his favor. Bakugou ended up seeing Izuku's unending smile as determination and stoicism against Bakugou, and he liked that about him. Little did Bakugo know that it was all one big performance.       Year 3. April 19th. 10:30pm. Izuku had somehow convinced Bakugou to sneak out onto the rooftop with him to see the stars and stay up til midnight so he could be the first to wish him a happy birthday. 

      They made it to the rooftop and settled on a nice spot on the concrete to look at the twinkling spots that adorned the night sky. After an hour or so, Izuku excused himself to "get Bakugou's present ready". Bakugou thought nothing of it and decided to have his attention drawn back to the stars. 

      Minutes passed and Bakugou was too entranced by the night to notice Izuku a foot or two's distance with a broken smile and tear streaming down his face like twin waterfalls. In his hand was a rope and a handkerchief, and only he and the gods above knew why at that moment. 

      Izuku had taken advantage of Bakugou's lack of awareness to lunge at him and make haste in tying him up with the rope, all the while apologizing that it was gym equipment and would most likely give him severe rope burn if he struggled. After he was bound, Bakugou had the handkerchief tied tightly around his mouth, silencing him for the most part, though babbling and incoherent words still escaped. As izuku finished the hardest part of his task tonight, he kicked off the easiest with no hesitation. He sat cross-legged in front of Bakugou, who was shifted to be sitting on his ankles for comfort. Once Bakugou could truly see Izuku's face, the world seemed to stop for him. 

     "It's 11:50, Kaachan. It's almost time for your present," izuku said, still smiling his biggest and most broken and still with tears flowing.

      "At first, I thought you were mean to me because you were just a bully. You'd always call me names and do mean things to me. I stayed by your side because I looked up to you. I stayed by your side because I saw the moments you were nice to me. I really cherished those moments, Kaachan." As izuku was going on, Bakugou was desperately yelling through the handkerchief, hoping, pleading that someone would help him.

      "Years went by and I had to face the facts. You don't like me. Not as a friend. Not as a human. Not as a living being. You despise the ground I walk on and pray each day that I perish. It was hard facing this reality; I cried nearly every night since I realized. " At that, Izuku chuckled. That chuckle sent shivers down Bakugo's spine. He thought he'd known fear, but he'd actually never known true fear until right now.

      "I couldn't decide what to get you for your birthday. I was about to give up and just give you a card and some money, maybe an All Might figurine. I know there's a limited edition one that just came out. I was so indecisive until I realized something important: amongst all the great gifts you've been given, there's one that you asked for and never received. Since you were born, you were given almost everything you could ever want. You would bark and holler and it would appear before you, all but one thing. How long has it been since middle school, Kaachan? How long have you waited for your gift?" Izuku checked his watch in excitement. The minutes seemed to be ticking too quickly and simply not quickly enough all at the same time. He got up from his place on the concrete, Bakugou trying to do the same, but remembering his predicament. He couldn't do anything but watch in horror as Izuku hopped up onto the ledge, seeming happy about where he was, as if nothing in the world was happening. He even walked back and forth with his arms out as if he were on a balance beam before turning back to face Bakugou.

      "It's 11:59, Kaachan! It's almost time to receive your gift!" Bakugou was screaming his throat raw at this point, the idea of what the gift was had finally hit him. 

 "10 9 8 7 6 5

      Time was running short, and though all his struggles, Bakugou simply couldn’t break free in time. 2 1

Happy birthday, Kaachan!" 

       With wide eyes and a throat that felt as though it was on fire, the shock for what was already in motion cause Bakugou to be able to do nothing but stare as Izuku leaned backwards off the edge of the roof, arms wide from when he greeted happy birthday in rejoice. It was like slow motion as Izuku disappeared from view. The thud heard not even a second later brought everything back into real time. A final, gut wrenching scream ripped itself from Bakugou's throat as he once again struggled against his restraints. Failing again, and feeling desperate, he leaned forward until his head hit the floor and shimmied his way to the ledge. When he reached it, the reality had set in a final time. There, Izuku's body lay on the pavement down below, lifeless. Through squinting and cautiously leaning forward, Bakugou broke down as he realized Izuku died as he lived: smiling. --------------------------------------------------

A/N: Hiya guys, Bebe here! I’m back after a much needed break from writing. I know my goal was originally to post every day, but it turned into more of a chore and an obligation than my passion. Anyways, I’m back! Requests are always open if you’d like an idea to be written out!

#sadbnha #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #major character death #bnha iida #bnha headcanons #bnhashortstories

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Incorrect BNHA (Todoroki family part 3)

Fuyumi: Hey, dad, mom told us you were actually pretty fun when you were younger. What happened?

Enji, huffing and muttering: Take a good look in the mirror.

Natsuo:

Natsuo: Hey, Shoto, Toya, how did you guys get those scars?

Shoto and Toya, turning to look Enji in the eye: Not sure. maybe dad should take a good look in the mirror too.

Rei: *in pure shock*

#incorrect quotes #incorrect bnha quotes #incorrect bnha #bnha #todoroki family #shoto todoroki #rei todoroki #enji todoroki #toya todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #natsuo todoroki

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Incorrect BNHA (Todoroki Family part 2)

Natsuo: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Fuyumi: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Natsuo: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.

Toya: *looking at Enji*

Enji: *looking at Shoto*

Shoto: *looking back and forth between Enji and Rei*

Rei:

Rei: I have emotional scars.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect bnha #incorrect bnha quotes #todoroki family #shoto todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #natsuo todoroki #toya todoroki #rei todoroki #enji todoroki

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Incorrect BNHA (Todoroki Family Edition p1)

*Todoroki family reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Shoto: Thanks fam.

Rei: oh no

Fuyumi: *cries* I love you too

Toya: Sounds fake but okay

Natsuo: *A flustered mess*

Enji: can I get a refund

#todoroki family #shoto todoroki #enji todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #natsuo todoroki #toya todoroki #rei todoroki #incorrect quotes #incorrect bnha quotes #incorrect bnha #bnha

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Incorrect BNHA (Eijiro Kirishima and Katsuki Bakugo)

Bakugo: What the f**k is wrong with you?!

Kirishima: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Bakugo: Good morning. What the f**k is wrong with you?!

#incorrect quotes #incorrect bnha quotes #incorrect bnha #eijiro kirishima #bakugo katsuki #bnha

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Incorrect BNHA (Semi BakuSquad, semi TodoDeku)

Bakugo: I just ended a four year relationship.

Denki: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

Bakugo: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Izuku and Todoroki fighting from across the room*

#incorrect quotes #incorrect bnha quotes #bakusqaud #tododeku #shoto todoroki #izuku midoriya #bakugo katsuki #denki kaminari #bnha

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hii,, may i request a monoma x gn! reader, fluff if u can jsbsjs thank you in advance ^^

I've gotchu! Please forgive me if it's a bit iffy (I'm not too well-versed in his character, but I'll see what I can do)

Title: Pretty Kitty and the Copy Cat

      It would be an understatement to say that managing to date Neito Monoma was a shock to everyone. With the cockiness that could test even Katsuki, but with the smarts of, well, virtually everyone else. Contrary to popular belief, it was actually quite easy to score a date with him. All you had to do was beat him in hand-to-hand combat. Seeing as how you led him to believe you were quirkless when you actually had a rather powerful quirk, it was funny to see the look on his face when he lost.

      That date had gone surprisingly well. Everything was planned seemingly to the last detail. He took you out for coffee early in the afternoon. After that, he dragged you to the arcade where you competed against each other amongst the various games. Neither won, but it was fun to seek the thrill of the fight. Before you left, Monoma practically begged that you stand by and watch as he won you a stuffed animal. You scoffed and watched, not expecting much, but he ended up winning you not only the biggest prize in the machine, but the one that you had been eying the whole time. You denied the occurrence and played it off as mere luck. He accepted the challenge and went to the next machine, which he had also won. And so, it happened again, and again, and again. Just as you were about to challenge him again, you looked around to notice he had won every crane game in the arcade. You looked down into your arms to register just how many stuffed animals, keychains, and other memorabilia you had been gifted. That date ended with you thanking him and apologizing profusely for the amount of money he'd spent on you. He said it was no deal as he gave you one last kiss on the cheek before leaving you at your doorstep.

      Since then, life as a couple had been just as odd. There were crazy days, where you two would hit the town and be yourselves in the wildest way possible. There were also calm days, where you two would laze about in his house like the sloths you were.

      Today was a lazy day. You were woken up by Neito at what you assumed was late morning, but what turned out to be 2pm. Every the cranky one when woken up by an external force, you groveled as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Neito laughed at what was presumably your bedhead. He waited for you to get up from bed, but you simply didn't have the energy yet. You only held your arms stretched out, expecting him to carry you around, which he did.

      He picked you up and adjusted you to be comfortable before carrying you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter, helping you brush your teeth as you drifted back off to sleep. He laughed and patted your cheek to try and wake you back up. After he finished up brushing your teeth and encouraging you to spit out, he wiped off your face and picked you back up to bring you to the couch.

      Breakfast was already prepared. It was a simple bowl of yogurt and fruit large enough for the both of you. You were lucky enough to have such an attentive partner for him to know that you preferred to have light breakfasts. You continued to eat and feed Neito as he stroked your hair and watched the ongoing show with you. Neither of you were paying much attention, but it was nice to have some noise to fill the otherwise quiet scene.

      After "breakfast", nothing much was done. You two had spent the rest of the day lounging about and watching movies, exchanging kisses, hugs, and "I love you"s every so often. As you noticed the sun setting, Neito took notice of your awe and carried you over to the window so you could take a closer look. He held your hand as you rested your head on his shoulder and appreciated both views.

      It was finally time for bed. He went to carry you again when you put your hand up and stood up yourself. As he chuckled, you took this opportunity to catch him off guard and become the one who carried him. You scooped him up bridal style and all but gracefully made your way to the bedroom.

      "Kitty, put me down! You're gonna drop me, I know it," he continued to chuckle as he tried to struggle out of your hold, to which you only tightened your grip.

      "Nuh uh, my copycat. You've been taking care of me all day. Now, it's your turn." You proceeded with your nightly routine, helping him out as he did for you earlier.

      You went as far as tucking him in, which he gladly accepted. You were about to walk all the way over to the other side when he simply just yanked you onto the bed, where you landed on top of him. He gave you a smirk, but you laughed and playfully pinched his cheek and rolled the rest of the way over to your side and shimmied under the covers. You turned off the lamp next to you and settled back under the covers.

      "Good night, pretty kitty."

      "Good night, copycat."

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Thus ends my first request. I hope you liked it! Requests are currently open, so if you'd like something written, feel free to ask! ~Beebee

#neito monoma #monoma x reader #monoma x y/n #soft bnha headcanons #bnha x you #bnha #bnha headcanons

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This Isn’t Pity. (Katsuki Bakugo HC)

Prompt: [M4A] You catch Bakugo crying, but ever the stubborn one, he refuses your help.

 Warnings: Strong language      

      Katsuki Bakugo was as stubborn as it could get and everyone who’d ever even heard the name knew it. He’d deny any help from anyone who dared to offer it, that is, if he didn’t outright blast you over to the next building. Some would say he’d gotten better bout his behavior, but he was stubborn nonetheless.

      Luckily, you’d been used to that kind of behavior, seeing as how your family was just the same, only with less... explosive of an outcome. Naturally, this was how you “tamed” Katsuki into becoming your significant other. You were the only one who could handle and match his stubbornness. No matter how hard he’d tried to push you away, you always came back with an even fierier attitude. 

      This, you could suppose, is what eventually drew him to you. He appreciated your spunk, if you could call it that. At one point, he told you that you reminded him of his mother, to which you smacked him upside the head for. Rather than receiving a good ol’ fashioned explosion, he merely gave what was possibly the softest expression you’d ever gotten out of him by that point. It was a gentle smile, a nervous one at that. He simply chuckled it off before snapping out of it an resuming his tough nature.

      Of course, as your relationship with him went on, you started to bear witness to the many different sides of himself, the ones he’d strictly kept within himself until he was behind closed doors. There were many breakdowns. Panic, anxiety, and rage attacks were fairly common. Occasionally, you’d have to bring him back down from dissociating. All of this, and you didn’t mind going through any of it. Though, every time you’d help, it’d end the same exact way, with the same exact words uttered.

      As he’d sniffle and scrunch up his nose, he’d wipe what tears had shed and push himself off the floor, making his way to the door. Before shutting it, he’d look back at you and snarl as he spoke. 

      “I don’t need your fucking pity,“ he spat.

      It was happening again. Katsuki was smack dab in the middle of another breakdown, and you were talking him through it. Yet again, it had to do with all the pressure of becoming a great hero weighing down on him. You’d never say it to his face, but you believed that he put more pressure on himself than U.A. did. 

      After he’d finally come back from it all, you knew what was about to come next, but you decided that today, you weren’t going to let it happen. You watched carefully as he stood up, still sniffling and trying to fully compose himself, stumbling every few steps because he’d probably lost his spatial awareness. He walked towards the door, but before he uttered his oh-so-common dialogue, you sprinted towards him, enveloping him in the tightest embrace you could muster. You didn’t realize it, but you had started crying. Though he was confused, he hugged back.

      “This isn’t pity, you idiot. I do this because I wish you were okay. I want you to be okay,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “I mean, usually, I’m okay when you’re stubborn, but this... why can’t you just accept the help?”

      With tears streaming down his face, matching the ones streaming down yours, he smiled sadly. He held you close and stroked your head, sniffling every so often.

      “I’m sorry I make this so difficult for you. I really like it when you help me. Please don’t leave me.”

      “Never.”

      “Never?”

      “Ever.”

#bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo katsuki #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha x reader

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Whoopsie (Kyoka Jiro HC)

Prompt: [F4A] You and Jiro are about to kiss when instead you accidentally hit foreheads really hard and have matching bruises.

      Allergy season, your ultimate worse villain. Worse than any villain- okay, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but still- it was pretty bad. You were allergic to practically everything present in the spring time. Pollen, dust, even some seasonal flowers, to your surprise. Love was in the air, but you’d be damned if you weren’t about to just put on a filtration mask.

      This time of year was always the hardest in yours and Jiro’s relationship. Whereas she wanted to go about the town on a lovely spring evening or have a lovely picnic in the breeze, you’d be sneezing before you even left the house. Nevertheless, you both did what you could to make things special, seeing as how your anniversary was in the spring season, there really was no avoiding it. Looking back, you remembered the first time you and Jiro ever kissed. Well, more or less. 

      It was back in high school. You were a student at UA high that had been given the opportunity to be moved to the A class. It took a while for you to familiarize yourself and get along with everyone, but time passed and many bonds formed. The greatest bond had been between you and Jiro, who had always given you the best advice and had treated you with affection like you’ve never felt before, though it was still platonic at the time. 

      Months passed and it was already the months leading up to the end of the school year. Through the months, you and Jiro had decided to test the waters and go on a few casual dates here and there, taking extended pauses whenever either of you got hurt in combat. The first few weeks of spring had gone by when Jiro finally decided to ask for you to be hers, to which you excitedly agreed to. 

      After both of you calmed down from the initial shock and adrenaline, you both looked each other in the eye, seemingly having the same idea. You both leaned in, slowly shutting your eyes. You could feel her breath on your lips, but just as she was about to kiss you, you suddenly jerked and sneezed, hitting her on the forehead with your own. The impact was hard enough to send you both knocked to the ground.

       Jiro chuckled as she held her head, knowing there would surely be a bruise the next day. 

      “Well, that was surely an experience.”

      “Uhm... whoopsie?” you chuckled to yourself, trying to lighten yourself up.

      You refused to look up, incredibly embarrassed at the events that had just played out. Jiro, however, assured you that it was okay and ended up giving you a quick kiss, which shocked you statue-still. You finally kissed back, smiling the whole way through, smiling even more as it ended and you held each other closely. 

      For the next few days, you and Jiro got odd stares from all the others as you both had matching bruises on your foreheads, but you didn’t care. The best days were yet to come.

#bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha #kyoka jiro #jiro x reader #jiro x y/n

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Memories and Regrets (Katsuki Bakugo HC)

Prompt: Birthdays always meant self-reflection for Katsuki Bakugo, but what happens when self-reflection becomes too realistic?

Warning/s: This will have the mention of Bakugo tellling Izuku to “swan dive off the roof”, but I will be using the actual word for it. 

      Despite the way he’d deny the very accusation, there was, in fact, a lot that Bakugo regretted in his life. He’d said and done many things that he wished he could just punch himself for doing. There were so many people close to him that he’d hurt with what he’d done or said. 

      This kind of self reflection always hit hardest on his birthdays. Since he wasn’t one to celebrate extravagantly, he’d simply stay in his room and reflect on who he was in the past, and compare it to how he was now. If you’d ask him, he saw growth, little as it may be, he thought it was there.

      There always was one reoccurring memory that, no matter how he looked at it, made him want to off himself then and there for being as stupid as he was. It was the time he and Izuku were in middle school. Izuku was bright as ever, while Bakugo was the pompous idiot that rivaled even Monoma’s cockiness. Ever since they were kids, Izuku had always been at his beck and call. He was a helping hand, amazed at virtually anything Bakugo did. Yet, Bakugo did nothing but insult and harass him, going as far as suggesting suicide for the sunny hopeful. 

      This year, Bakugo’s classmates had convinced him to at least blow out a candle with them, which he begrudgingly conceded to, considering that Izuku was the one to put the most effort into convincing him. After class, the day resumed as usual until a few minutes before sunset. He heard a knock at the door and opened it only to be yanked out of his room and down the hall before he could register anything. A blindfold was messily tied over his eyes as he heard laughter and felt about 3 people pushing and pulling him every which way, thankfully slowing down at the stairs. 

      He had finally been stopped and his blindfold was taken off. His eyes slowly adjusted to the light, taking long, hard blinks to try and adjust faster. When they had finally adjusted, he saw all his classmates around the on or around the couch in the common room with the sun setting in the distance, showcasing a glorious display of warm colors. He’d never admit it, but he was grateful for whoever remembered that sunsets were his favorite thing to enjoy. He was softly nudged forward as some classmates uncovered a cake while the rest sang Happy Birthday. The cake was simple, yet very heartwarming. It was a single-tiered cake, but it was iced and decorated to mimic the sunset with the words on the cake reading “Happy Birthday, Katsuki” in a gorgeous calligraphy font. 

      The song ended and it was time to make his wish. As he breathed in and closed his eyes, he wished for one thing and one thing only: a chance to change his biggest regret. He puffed out a quick breath to blow out the candle and opened his eyes as everyone clapped. He grumbled a “thanks” before letting everyone do as they wished with the cake, making the excuse that he didn’t want sugar before bed.

      It was finally time for him to sleep. As he laid in bed and shut his eyes, he went through with the breathing exercises he’d made himself familiar with. Just as always, he took a final, deep breath before the floating feeling came in and he was out like a light.

      He didn’t usually dream, but where he was right now didn’t even feel like one. He looked around at his settings and everything looked so real. All his senses were of use with the utmost realism. As he looked down, he realized he was in his middle school uniform. Looking back around, it registered that this was, in fact, his old middle school. 

      Before he could look around and feel the nostalgia of being back in the school, he heard the voice that had caused nothing but dread in his life.

      “Hi, Kaachan! How do you think you did on the test today?” He turned around to see Deku- no- Izuku. He looked nearly the same, with the only difference being the lack of battle scars and the much sunnier disposition. In this moment of shock, he couldn’t do anything but utter a stupid response.

      “Uh. I did fine? I guess?” Bakugo wanted nothing more than to punch himself.

      “I think you did great. Even though we didn’t get our results back yet, it wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary for you to get one of the highest- if not the highest- grade of the class. In fact, getting a bad grade would be the real mystery. Oh! Like some kind of bad-luck quirk had hit you or-” Bakugo was listening intently, but it was as if his mouth was speaking for him. It was back to the same, horrifying conversation he’d tried so desperately to move on from.

      “Good God, you talk a lot,” Bakugo had spouted, but again, it wasn’t really him. He had begun to realize that this was not a dream for him to control. It was more like a memory playing, and he was a passenger on this nightmare ride. Though he was screaming and begging for it to stop, it just wouldn’t.

      “I’m sorry. I just- uhm-”

      “You just- uhm- should fucking quit it. I know I’m great and you’re not, but sucking up to me isn’t gonna make you any less worthless. Yeah, I was given a quirk and you weren’t. And yeah, I know you’re a brainiac who can’t help but do anything to write in that stupid notebook of yours,” Bakugo said as Izuku’s notebook was nabbed and promptly exploded, ”but you should stop hanging off my arm like a fucking freak. You know, if you actually want to be a hero that badly, there might be a way.” Bakugo was practically sobbing, shouting for it to stop. “Just pray you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof of the building.”

      It cut to black and all of a sudden, the setting had changed. He looked over to see that he was now in Izuku’s place, staring back at himself and his old cronies leaving the room. Suddenly, an unbearable, burning pain erupted in his chest. It was so bad that Bakugo physically had to hold his own chest as he dropped to the floor. his vision blurred, and he could feel warm tears streaming down his- rather, Izuku’s- face. This is what it must have felt like to be him. To be bulllied by someone you only wanted to befriend. To be told to off yourself for simply complimenting them. 

      The pain was simply too much, with Bakugo practically screaming his head off in pain. He felt like he was actually about to die, but that’s when he woke up. Back in bed with the sheets strewn about. He panted, trying to steady himself and ground himself back in reality. It was all too much, though. Instead of calming himself down, all he did was work himself up to the point of crying. He shifted so that his knees were at chin level and he could burry his head between them in shame and misery. What he had tried so desperately to resolve was now back to haunt him. What’s worse? It was only a Monday.

#katsuki bakugo headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha #sad bakugou #izuku midoriya

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Attention, Please? (Shoto Todoroki HC)

Prompt:  Todoroki using your lap as a pillow.

      It was a lovely, calm Saturday noon; a rare occurrence considering you and your lover, Todoroki, were both high-ranking pro heroes. Considering you both had just gotten out of a hellish work week, you decided you both deserved this break. Though it was already noon, you and Todoroki were still asleep in bed, but you thought it would be better to get a meal in. You shook a slumbering Todoroki to coax him awake, to which he groaned and shoved his face back into the pillow. You softly chuckled and shook your head as you got out of bed, leaving him to wake himself up while you got breakfast ready.

      Though you loved the idea of making Todoroki his ultimate favorite breakfast: waffles with strawberry jam or jelly and a dollop of fresh whipped cream if there was any left along with a mug of hot, black coffee. Luckily, the black coffee wouldn’t take much to make, but you were just simply too tired to make the rest, so you settled for eggs and toast. You busied yourself with preparing breakfast when you heard movement from the doorway connecting the hallway and the living area/ kitchen. You looked over for a brief moment to see an adorable, sleepy, bed-headed boyfriend with the blanket still wrapped around him as if he were a walking bed sheet burrito. He mumbled a “good morning” to you before he shuffled over to the couch. You greeted him back as you turned back to the pan, being careful not to burn anything like all those times before.  

      You finished cooking the eggs just as the toast was finished. You plated everything neatly, but not feeling like going the extra mile like you usually would. You took the plates over to the coffee table and set them down, looking over to see Todoroki asleep, yet again, snuggled up in the blanket burrito he’d made for himself. Sighing once more, you took a seat on the floor, staring at him lovingly, knowing he couldn’t see you. If he could, he’d see the look of pure awe and adoration present in your eyes as you swooned for him just as you had countless times before.

      Thinking that Todoroki wouldn’t really appreciate cold eggs, you attempted shaking him awake again. This time, it partially worked, with his eyes fluttering open ever so slightly. In a moment of joy, you attacked him with nose boops and cheek kisses. This had brought the energy into him as he sprung up, only to fall off the couch, caught in his amalgamation of blankets as he tried getting back at you. You both laughed as you helped him out of his fluffy, warm cocoon. He settled back on the floor, gladly accepting the piece of egg and toast you had prepared for him.

      The rest of breakfast was enjoyed in silence, with only the noise from the TV filling the room. You watched Todoroki finish his last bite of toast with a sleepy grin, looking at you brightly. As he swallowed his last bite, you pet his hair and gave his nose one more boop before standing up from the floor and collecting all the plates to set in the sink and clean.

      You came back to see Todoroki as if time had reset. He was back in his blanket burrito already half asleep. You simply gave up and sat down next to him, relaxing into the couch and getting yourself settled. There was a bit more calm silence before you heard shuffling from next to you. Looking down, you saw Todoroki practically wiggling like a caterpillar, placing his head on your lap and shifting around as he looked up at you.

      “Attention?” This was usually his signal, as he sometimes had difficulty conveying his emotions.

      “Attention, please,” he affirmed. You chuckled once more before conceding, letting him shift his head back to the TV before starting to pet his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks and humming random tunes. An hour into this, you looked back down to see Todoroki back asleep. even with your legs starting to go numb, you couldn’t help but allow him to continue resting on your lap. With the utmost caution, you moved into a more comfortable position before shutting your eyes and letting slumber consume you as well, feeling the warmth of love comfort you to a peaceful rest. 

#bnha headcanons #bnha #bnha x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x you #soft bnha headcanons

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Incorrect BNHA (BakuSquad part 2)

Denki: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Bakugo: Nope, absolutely not.

Mina: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Kirishima: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Sero: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Jiro: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect bnha quotes #bakusquad #mina ashido #denki kaminari #hanta sero #eijiro kirishima #bakugo katsuki #kyoka jiro

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Just Say Hello (Mirio Togata and Tamaki Amajiki HC)

Prompt: [MM4A] You and Mirio had just become friends. He introduces you to his closest friend, Tamaki, but it turns out you’re just as anxious as he is.

      It wasn’t too long ago that you had created a friendship with Mirio Togata. It started off with a shared laugh over a mixup over each other’s order at some fast food restaurant. What was meant to be an interaction lasting no longer than a minute ended up lasting about 4 hours. You ended up talking about your shared interests, your differences in hero training experience, and other things of the sort. You exchanged contact information and ever since then, you’ve gotten incredibly close as friends. 

      About a month into the friendship, Mirio decided that it would be a good idea to introduce you to his closest friends. First was Nejire Hado, who you had hit it off with immediately. Tamaki, however, was a completely different story. Maybe it was the energy and general aura Nejire gave off that made it so easy, but with Tamaki, you couldn’t help but be the nervous wreck you were when you first met Mirio. 

      Even though Mirio assured you that there was nothing to worry about, your brain said differently, listing off a million ways you could screw it up. Mirio had his hand on your back, patting it before knocking on Tamaki’s door. You heard a timid “who is it?” from behind the door, and Mirio proclaimed both his and your presence. A shuffling could be heard before the door partly opened, revealing a mess of indigo fluff and half a face as Tamaki checked to verify that it really was the two of you. The door immediately shut again and a clink of chain sounded and the door was opened all the way, revealing Tamaki in his pajamas. Though it was half passed noon, you were told to expect nothing less on a weekend like this. 

      Tamaki softly greeted you both and allowed you into his house, shutting the door afterwards. Mirio strode around the lounge area and made himself as comfortable as if it were his own home, while you nervously stood in the same exact spot near the door. You and Tamaki went back and forth attempting to maintain eye contact, only to let it last a few seconds before looking back down at your feet whenever either of you locked eyes with each other. This went on for far too ling with deafening, awkward silence before Mirio stood up from the couch and made his way over to you, grabbing your hand and dragging you closer to Tamaki. He grabbed Tamaki’s hand and made you hold hands in a greeting manner.

     “Tamaki, this is my friend. They’re a lot like you, so there’s no reason to be nervous. They like a lot of the same things we do, so you can start talking to them with a topic you’re really passionate about. Just say hello and they can do the rest... hopefully.” Mirio made your hands shake, but it only made it more awkward. After he let go, both of your hands dropped back to your sides. Tamaki uttered a quick and soft “hello”. You responded with a weak “hi” before things went silent again. Mirio sighed with a weak smile before returning to the couch and switching the TV to a channel of his liking.

      You looked around to see the nature aesthetic, with faux and real plants alike, animal ceramics and decals strewn all about the place. One animal in particular that seemed to make the most common appearance was the butterfly. Different colors, sizes and decoration variations of butterflies lined the walls from corner to corner. Having gone through a lengthy Lepidopterology phase some years ago, you thought you’d bite the bullet and break the ice. 

      “So, uhm, I see you have a lot of butterflies all around. What’s your favorite kind?” you asked timidly, twiddling your thumbs and shifting your  new look weight from foot to foot. You saw Tamaki look up and you slowly met his gaze to see him with a completely new look on his face. It was as if a switch had been flipped in his brain and he was able to distract himself from the awkwardness of meeting someone new by talking about something he was passionate about.

      “I’m a really big fan of the Siproeta stelenes. That’s, uh, that’s the name for Malachite butterflies. I love the patterns they have and the wing shape of their wings. I saw one the other day with a really pretty apple green color, and I was able to get pretty close to it before it flew away. I, uhm, I sketched it in one of my notebooks, but I can’t remember where I put it,” he rushed out. It was completely different from the Tamaki you met not even 12 minutes ago, but it was good to see him getting comfortable.

      You two continued to talk about all kinds of butterflies and even inquired about where he bought all of his decor. You didn’t even notice you had both been standing for as long as you were until he offered to continue the conversation on the couch. You looked over to see Mirio entranced by the show that was currently playing and you laughed, accepting his offer and moving to a free space on the couch. He took a seat near you and continued talking all about his love for nature and all different types of animals. 

      The conversation carried on long into the evening. You didn’t even notice how late it had gotten until you looked over to see Mirio asleep on the couch. You apologized profusely, but Tamaki explained there was no need to apologize. Still, you stood up to wake Mirio, and you both deemed it too late and dangerous to travel back to your respective homes this late at night. Looking to Tamaki, he nervously offered for you both to stay the night. Mirio automatically agreed , but it took you a little convincing to fully accept. 

      You all ate dinner before you and Mirio took turns using the guest bathroom. to get ready. Since neither of you had any clothes prepared, Tamaki offered some of his. He scavenged through his baggiest clothing, not just for size, but for comfort. Seeing as how Mirio was nearly passed out, you let him have the guest bedroom while you offered to take the couch. Even though the couch was already comfortable as it was, it didn’t stop Tamaki from doing the most to make sure you were as comfortable as you could possibly be, bringing out blankets and fluffy pillows and handing you the remote for both the heater and the air conditioning. With one last  reminder of where everything was in case you needed it, you greeted each other a good night before he headed off to his room. As you were about to shut your eyes, they immediately went wide with a troubling realization: you were starting to develop some feelings for Tamaki.

#bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #mirio togata #tamaki amajiki

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It’s Okay To Cry (Izuku Midoryia HC)

Prompt: [M4A]  Y/N holding a sobbing Izuku. Izuku cries himself to sleep with his face buried into Y/N.

      Being the next in line to become the new  #1 Hero is a tough challenge for any person, especially if you’ve only been wielding what is possibly the most powerful quirk in the world for a few years. The pressure to be the ultimate symbol of peace is rather draining. This is what troubles young Izuku. 

      Constantly having to train himself and better his skills took a lot away from him being able to live his life as a teenager, not that he was one to complain. He was, after all, lucky enough to meet and make a relationship with you, a caring and compassionate significant other. You understood full well that Izuku would be up early and out late all for the sake of training and studies. Izuku was even hesitant to initiate a relationship because he thought he wouldn’t be able to give you what you wanted in a partner, but through a lengthy conversation and some mutual agreements, you both came to the conclusion that loyalty to each other was enough.

      Over time, you and Izuku started to build your relationships on the moments you had together, each one being made as special as possible. If Izuku was given a day off, you two would go somewhere special. If there was enough time in the evening, you’d whip up a hearty dinner for both of you to enjoy and later on watch a movie. As someone who was always insecure about if the affection you gave was enough to satisfy a partner, this schedule made you contempt. You were able to put out what you could when Izuku was with you and recharge when he was gone.

      The relationship was just as enjoyable for Izuku. He was able to have a partner who wasn’t too needy for attention. He could focus on his mastery and give what he had left at the end of the day. He was so very thankful that you understood his schedule, and that you didn’t mind his prolonged absence. This is the kind of relationship he desperately needed for so long to keep him stable. He put long hours into the day and would have someone to come home to at night. He could be a good hero and could also be a good enough boyfriend. To him, you helped keep balance.

       Sometimes, however, the weight of the balance was tipped, and the time off to spend with you was taken away by work to be fulfilled. Normally, Izuku would be fine with a few days in a row spending longer hours at the agency, but this time was just too much. He was pulled away for two whole weeks, unable to get so much as a call in before he was pulled away for another mission. By the end, he was utterly exhausted, practically dragging himself to your apartment.

      You spent the two weeks at home, not the fondest of the idea of going outside without someone you love yanking at your arm every time they saw something they liked. It was nearly midnight when you heard something that barely sounded like a knock at the door, and you opened it to see a zombie-like Izuku, practically on the verge of collapsing. While leading him into the bedroom, you silently cursed at the agency for overworking him to what seems like near-death.

       Ever so gently, you laid him onto the bed. His expression was a mixture of pain and relief, most likely due to the tiredness from being in action and staying in an upright position for as long as he did. The change in posture and position must’ve been a shock to his body. As you looked up at him to make sure he was okay, you saw his eyes filled to the brim with tears before they inevitably started falling. 

      Not really knowing what to do, and not wanting to hurt him by hugging him too tightly if he was, indeed, sore, you could only hold his face in your hands and attempt to wipe away his tears. You saw him weakly try to lift his arms, and you took this as a signal for a hug. You were extremely careful in embracing Izuku, making sure there was contact, but being mindful of how tightly you were hugging. To your surprise, Izuku was the one to hug you tightly, full-on sobbing at this point. Since he was hugging you as tightly as he was, you took it as a go-ahead to reciprocate it. 

      You held him closely as you pet his hair and whispered to him about how strong he was for making it as long and far as he did. He sobbed out apologies and declarations of love in return, to which you acknowledged lovingly. 

       “But heroes aren’t supposed to cry,” he proclaimed, slumping down, only being supported by your body.

      “Oh, baby, it’s okay to cry. It’s a natural thing that happens to everyone. It’s especially natural after you’ve been holding in all these emotions for so long. The best you can do now is just let it all out and try not to bottle it up as much in the future.”

      Seeing as how he was utterly exhausted in every which way, you ended up cleaning and changing him, which he was deeply grateful for. After finishing getting him ready for bed, you tucked him in and crawled onto your side of the bed, making yourself comfortable. He whispered a soft and half-slurred “thank you” as you kissed his forehead and snuggled up to him before you both fell asleep.

#izuku midoriya #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #izuku midoria x reader

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Incorrect BNHA (Pros Edition part 1)

Aizawa: Mic, I'm sad.

Pres Mic: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Ms. Joke: Midnight, I'm sad.

Midnight, nodding: mood.

#bnha pro heroes #incorrect quotes #incorrect bnha quotes #shouta aizawa #present mic #pro hero midnight #ms joke

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Incorrect BNHA (DeCrew part 1)

Izuku: Anyone d-

Todoroki: Depressed?

Iida: Drained?

Uraraka: Dumb?

Tsu: Disliked?

Izuku: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

#dekusquad #izuku midoriya #tsuyu asui #tenya iida #shoto todoroki #ochako uraraka #incorrect bnha quotes