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HELLO HELLO HELLO LOVELY PEOPLE! WHILE I AM WRITING THE NEXT REQUEST I THOUGHT I WOULD RESPOND TO THE HEADCANNON REQUEST FROM SACRLETSFEED. TEY ASKED FOR A CUTE HEADCANNON EXPLORING WHAT FILMS HAWKS AND AIZAWA WOULD WATCH WITH THEIR S/O! HERE IS IT MY LOVELY I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!!

Hawks is definitely one to watch scary movies. He likes to pretend to be all strong and brave when he is watching them but when there is a scary part of the film, he will puff up his feathers and trill or squawk. He doesn't even notice he is doing it half the time until you point it out an then he will deny it with everything that he is because 'I'm a hero, I'm not afraid of some movie'.

When you are watching together, there are always snacks on the coffee table however, there is a rule that when you are eating them, you have to have a towel on the sofa so when Hawks or you jump at one of the jumpscares, the food doesn't end p damaging the couch. There are one to many caramel and pop stains on the material where this has happened before.

In Hawk's opinion, the best time to watch a film is in the evening, with the curtains shut, the lights off, rain pattering at the window and a blanket that the two of you are sharing. When he's under the blanket, Hawks will pull it under his feet and will tell you it's because he is cold, but you know its because he is still paranoid that something will grab his toes while he is watching the movie.

He hates to watch rom coms. This surprised you at first but he says that they make him cringe and he hates the fake smiles and laughs that trick people into thinking that that is what lief is like - you file this information away for later, as it clearly relates to something that has happened to him in the past, but you don't ask any questions, you just put the film away.

Hands down, his favourite film is Jurassic Park, even though it's old, seeing the dinosaurs always makes him smile and you can't help but grin when you hear him start to hum along to the theme tune. He once told you that all he ever wanted when he was younger was to have a dinosaur themed birthday party, but that he had never had anyone to invite. He looks bitter when he mentions how the hero comission didn't like him associating with the other herolings in the camp. You grit your teeth and silently plan not only the downfall of the hero commission (would nedzu be interesting in helping you?) but also the best goddamn dinosaur themed birthday party known to man. You could enlist the help of the young heroine Creati to help you make the decorations.

When you are having a movie marathon and all the snacks are finished, Hawks will pull you next to him and wrap a wing around you, keeping you close to his side, and will pull the blanket up to you waist. It never needs to be higher since the man is like a furnace which is a blessing in the colder months, but in the summer, you have to physically peel yourself off of him sometimes.

---------------------------------------------------Aizawa has a guilty pleasure in watching cheesy romance films. He pretends to not care but when youpass him the remote you can bet any money on the fact he wil be watching soemthing like this. He once admitted to you, after a particualry rough patrol, that he sees enough horror in his day to day life, why would he come home and watch more of it. You never mnetion it again but it doesn't stop you from teasing him relentlessly when he puts on Dirty Dancing one nght and starts to mutter teh words under his breath.

He is also a big fan of animated films, particularly those done by studio Ghibli, his favourite animated film is Howl's Moving Castle, which is the film he put on during your first movie date. (At your first dance you can hear the dulcet tones of Merry Go Round of life as he spins you around softly). He will also deny it to the end of time but when you watched 'Silent Voice' together he cried.

When you are watching films together you sit at opposite ends of the couch with your legs spread out and a blanket covering them where you meet in the middle. This is to allow for a landing pad for the four cats that you own. Juicebox, not matter how much attention and treats you give him, always chooses Aizawa to sit on. It's a sore spot for you but you can't really complain as the other three are quite happy to lounge all over you, whether you like it or not.

Because of the cats, you very rarely have any snacks out when you are watching a film as the sneaky bastards will either knock them over, or steal some when you are not looking. But on the rare occasion when you risk it, all the drinks are in water bottles and the food in Tupperware boxes that can easily be closed when you are not using them.

As a general rule, all meals are eaten at the kitchen diner, since the couch cost a fortune and you don't want to ruin it, but teh smaller TV in the kitchen means that you can still watch films while you are eating or cooking.

You once caught Aizawa watching Kitchen Nightmares while cooking and the disgusted look on his face when Ramsay looked in the restaurants was enough to discourage you from mentioning it.

Aizawa's favourite film of all time is racing stripes. When you asked why, he replied that it reminded him of his own story, not fitting the mould but still proving that he could do the job, even without a 'flashy' quirk. You put this film on when he has had a bad day, and you played it everyday he was in a coma after the USJ incident, at by his side, unwilling to leave him. Mic joined you a few times but to be honest, you don't really remember.

Occasionally, you will walk into the house to see him sat at the kitchen Island watching the recordings of his problem child - he never tells you his name, he says it's too painful after what happened to him - competing in his third year sports festival. If you don't let him know you are there, he will cry. You never ask if he is alright, just make note that you will be watching racing stripes tonight. You will never know how much that means to him and one day, he will tell you what happened. AND THERE WE HAVE IT FOLKS! I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED IT THOUGH IT GOT A BIT ANGSTY AT THE END THERE. I WILL CONTINUE TO WORK ON THE OTHER REQUESTS!!!

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Rules for the requests

I am a pretty chill kind of person so I will write most things but I do reserve the right to reject requests based on my own personal opinions on the matter. However I am happy to explain to you why I am uncomfortable or unable to write what you are looking for.

If you have any requests then please either DM me or leave it in my Asks and I will get back to you ASAP however this may take some time as I have a job and am in full-time education.

Please remember I write as a hobby and as a way to de-stress so the last thing I want to happen is for issues to arise through the requests and me have to shut them so be aware that things may take time.

I have a few requests going at any one time so there is no set release date for any requests however, if you want an update on how they’re coming along just ping me a message.

When requesting, please include anything you would like to see in the story as it makes the process easier and means I can better cater to what you are wanting to read. 

Any criticism will be taken into consideration but unnecessary rudeness will be called out and I am not above naming and shaming because at the end of the day I am writing for myself and not anyone else. That said I appreciate everyone who reads my work and who takes the time to interact with it.

I reserve the right to go on hiatus without an explanation however, I will try and let you know if and when this is likely to happen!

Once again thank you all for taking the time to interact with my page and I can’t wait to see what you request next!

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Request #5

Okay so I have a story idea that I cant find so if youd like to could you maybe write it? The idea is bakugou and kirishima get together and all the others in the dorm think that its probably a toxic relationship based on how bakugous personality is, so they confront one of the two, and bakugou is rlly hurt by it aaaand that's all I got

 I love this request and I am so sorry it so long to respond to it but here it is!

The room was dark. Not an oppressive or frightening dark, but one that promises comfort, warmth and a good nights rest. 

Perhaps Kirishima was being biased but with Bakugou nestled under his chin, strong arms thrown haphazardly over his chest, he would say he was entitled to his bliss. It had been awkward at first, Bakugou angrily confessing his feelings during a training session before attempting to run away under the guise of storming off. Kirishima had acted on instinct pulling him back into an admittedly sloppy and inexperienced kiss but, he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The rest of 1-A had yet to find out and both were content with this, neither really understanding the need to make a massive deal about burgeoning relationships. Besides, they were happy together and that’s all that really mattered. Privately, Bakugou worried about the responses they would receive, his less than pleasant demeanor was not exactly the poster for a healthy relationship. But whenever he voiced these insecurities with Kirishima, he was pulled into a tight hug where whispered responses and assurances of love tickled his ears.

Truly, they were made for each other, and while both knew it, neither broached the subject, embarrassed by the sappy confession.

Kirishima was snapped out of his musings by a groan and movement as Bakugou pulled himself away from the bed to stretch, arms reaching towards the ceiling, and, weak to the wiles of the blond, he didn’t deny himself a glance at the toned abs that peaked out from the bottom of his loose tank top.

Crimson met vermillion and an uncharacteristically soft smile graced Bakugou’s face as he admired his bedmate. 

“How long was I out Ei?” he asked, gravelly voice sending shiver up Kirishima’s spine. 

“About three hours. The others are back from shopping now and it shouldn’t be too long until dinner is ready”

The blond’s nose scrunched up in distaste as he remembered who exactly was on cooking duty that night.

“Fucking half and half better not have made cold soba again I swear to god I’ll explode the bowl” small sparks popped in his hands emphasizing the disgust and Kirishima could only watch on fondly as his boyfriend - his boyfriend holy shit he was dating Katsuki - grumbled while moving around the room looking for his hoodie that the redhead new for a fact was strewn over his desk chair. 

Kirishima let out a loud groan as he swung himself out of bed, sighing in relief at the loud pops that emerged from his spine, ignoring the concerned look Bakugou threw his way, before ambling over to his explosive partner and wrapping long arms around his torso. The boys were of a similar height however, Kirishima’s muscly form made him seem bigger than Bakugou who’s form was more like that of a swimmer’s. He nestled his nose into Bakugou’s nape breathing in the slightly sweet scent of nitroglycerin that followed the blond around. He felt his face vibrate as other chuckled and pulled away.

“C’mon Kat I just wanna hu-” he was cut off by soft lips pressed to his in a chaste but meaningful kiss.

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Dinner was a rather uneventful occasion, ignoring the yelling at the discovery that they were, once again, having cold soba and the students of 1-A settled down into the common room for Saturday night games. 

Everyone got involved in the game night, even Bakugou and Iida who under normal circumstances would have retreated to bed at 8 and 9 respectively. It was a good bonding time, or so Mina had declared when she first announced the idea. That was almost a year ago now and at this point, everyone had just accepted it as part of the routine. Sometimes they would play cards, charades, video games, monopoly and other board games, but on occasions when the class was high energy, they would beg Aizawa to let them use the training grounds for a massive game of tag or manhunt.  Tonight it was Hagakure’s turn to pick a game and like the teenage girl she was, she chose truth or dare.

Immediately people went around the room giving boundaries as they all knew there were some subjects that shouldn’t be disturbed in such an open environment as game night. Todoroki refused to talk about his scars, Shoji refused to take off his mask and Kouda would never be forced to talk if he didn’t want to.

Other than those boundaries it was pretty much a free for all, anything goes, nothing is off limits and as the night went on, the dares and truths got more and more personal or humiliating. Eventually, Kaminari worked up the nerve to ask Bakugou a question.

“Truth or Dare?” the boy asked, nervous sparks dancing across his cheeks causing Sero to move away slightly to avoid getting shocked.

“Truth” Bakugou grunted from his position on the sofa, arm thrown casually over the back of the chair so he could discretely stroke the back of Kirishima’s head.

“Um- are... are you and ....”

“For fucks sake Pikachu just ask the question” Bakugou snapped, startling a squeak from the other boy.

“Are-” “ARE YOU AND KIRI IN A RELATIONHIP?!” burst in Mina who had grown tired of waiting. The room went silent and all eyes shot to the two boys sat on the sofa, warily trying to assess the threat levels from the explosive blond.

“Yes” a collective cloud of confusion shrouded the room, some relieved that the boy hadn’t exploded while those who were braver began to ponder the nature of such a relationship.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere and feeling uncomfortable, Bakugou stood up, excusing himself to the bathroom. It was only seconds later that Midoriya got up to follow him but when Kirishima also made to stand up, he was stopped by a hand gripping his elbow.

He looked down into the doe eyes of Uraraka. She looked worried.

“Are you okay Kirishima? Bakugou isn’t forcing you to say that is he?” Shock stunned the redhead silent, he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He sat down, surprise stealing the strength from his limbs.

“What?” he breathed out, voice barely louder than an whisper.

“Well, Bakugou is quite a violent individual, I can’t imagine that he would be the nicest of partners” Momo voiced from where she was sat in front of Jirou who was braiding her hair. Despite the eloquent flow of her speech, she looked distinctly uncomfortable, throwing subtle glances towards a stoic Todoroki - something that Kiri noted to look into later.

“He’s not hitting you....is he?” Uraraka once again asked, usually bubbly voice heavy with concern. 

Before he could respond, he heard the door to the common room open and Midoriya and Bakugou walked back in, Midoriya wearing a small smile and Bakugou appearing much more relaxed than he had when he left.

That was shattered when Iida sped towards him, hand slicing up and down much too close for comfort as he demanded to know if Bakugou had been hitting Kirishima.

“That is abuse Bakugou! I cannot believe you would allow yourself to stoop to that level! It is very unheroic” - Todoroki flinched - “You should be ashamed of treating someone you should love in this manner!”

Shocked, confused and a little hurt Bakugou stepped back, eyes darting around the room before he made contact with Kirishima.

“Ei-” he began before he was cut off by an angry Mina stepping in the way, blocking his view.

The blond turned his head towards Deku who looked just as confused as he felt and was trying to calm the still yelling Iida down. Under the weight of hateful glares and crushing betrayal, Bakugou was paralyzed - ‘Is this how Deku felt?’ flickered into mind before being chased away. 

Unable to do anything, unable to breathe, to talk, to defend himself, Bakugou turned and walked out of the room, deaf to the demands that he come back and blind to the worried look and approach of his boyfriend who was held back by Sero and Ojiro. 

He continued to walk, numb and silent until he found himself in his room. He locked the door and turned off the light.

This dark was cold and oppressive reminding him of the harsh accusations he had just heard. It wrapped around him in a suffocating mimicry of a hug, cruel words whispering telling him that they weren’t wrong, he was terrible. He did horrible things and he didn’t deserve Eiji- Kirishima.

Sinking to his knees at the foot of his bed, Bakugou Katsuki began to cry, his hiccupping sobs swallowed by the night, going unheard by the angry masses downstairs. He couldn’t hear the defences that Midoriya and Kirishima put in place, he couldn’t see the guilt in his accusers’ eyes when they realised what they had done, and he didn’t feel the warm arms that picked him up from where he had curled into a ball and that laid him into the bed. But through shuddering sobs, he could smell the cologne he bought Kirishima for his last birthday and he allowed himself to relax into the warmth of his boyfriend's chest, finally falling into a fitful sleep.

 There we have it. I know that toxic relationships can cover a wide range of aspects however, given the way Bakugou’s personality is portrayed in the manga and the anime, I believe this is the form that would most fit should the relationship be a toxic one.

My exams are finally over so I have more time to write requests and a post containing the rules for the requests (since I realised I didn’t cover those) will be coming out shortly. In the meantime, send me your requests, they really help to get the creative juices flowing!

#bnha #Requests #fanfic #katsuki bakugou #Kirishima Eijirou #bakugo x kirishima #mha #mha fanfics

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Endeavor to BkDk after this arc: "Alright you two, spill. Why was Shigaraki after you?"

Deku: "I spit on his shoe at USJ"

Bakugo: "He's color blind and can't properly see Deku's hair and that pisses him off"

Deku: "He's totally obsessed with me"

Bakugo: "He's actually obsessed with ME and is trying to make me jealous."

Deku: "He delusional and thinks I'm his long lost younger brother who he thought was dead."

Bakugo: "Deku actually IS his long lost younger brother who he thought was dead."

Deku: "When we saw each other at the mall, I didn't buy him an ice cream and he wants revenge."

Bakugo: "He's still participating in the Sports Festival scavenger hunt and needed to bring a Loser with No Self Confidence to the stand."

Deku and Bakugo: "It has nothing to do with All Might."

#bnha spoilers #my hero academia #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #bakudeku #bakugou kastuki #shigiraki tomura #endeavor #mha spoilers #tomura shigaraki #bkdk

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Denki, staring up at Izuku with wide eyes, pinned down to the floor by his wrists: um

Eijirou, watching the match with an impressed look: wow, Midoriya didn't even hesitate- bro?

Katsuki, squinting at how flustered Denki is getting: is dunce face feeling okay? He's so red for a match that only lasted 5 minutes.

Eijirou, internally: Bakubro??? cares??? so manly

Izuku, grinning down at Denki, blowing some hair out of the way: I win.

Denki, swallowing: yes you uh. yes you did. Lemme up... please?

Izuku, blinking and letting go of Denki's wrists, standing up and offering his hand: good match, Kaminari-kun.

Denki, taking the hand, flustered, unable to look Izuku in the eye: o-oh um yeah.

Izuku, slowly raising his eyebrow, eyes looking down at their still joined hands: um, Kaminari-kun?

Denki, letting go, laughing nervously: sorry! I uh- wait! Before you go to your next match... could we uh- could we train together?

Izuku, perking up and smiling broadly at Denki: of course! Just give me your schedule and I'll fit you in.

Denki, pausing and trying but failing to not look curious: you train with others?

Izuku, nodding and looking over to a miffed looking Katsuki and a watchful Eijirou: yep! On mornings I train with Kirishima-kun and on the afternoons I train with Kacchan.

Denki, shifting: well... add me in whenever you're free. I don't want to be so dependent on my quirk.

Izuku, smiling softly: of course, Kaminari-kun. Now if you excuse me, I believe Kacchan wants a rematch.

Katsuki, huffing and pushing past Denki with a growl: finally, damn Deku!

Eijirou, coughing when Denki saddles up next to him: simp

Denki, turning to look at Eijirou with a betrayed look: bro!

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So I made this and like... Yeah. This is basically it 🤣🤣

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If you like Chris Pratt and want to defend him, that’s your decision. But friendly reminder:

Brie Larson was boycotted, had her movie Captain Marvel review-bombed, had thousands of hate Youtube videos made about her, had death and rape threats, and been compared to Hilter, for almost 2 years for her opinions of diversity.

Natalie Portman was blamed for Thor 2 flopping and attacked for playing the next Thor in Love and Thunder. 

Elizabeth Olsen was bullied out of Instagram for not speaking about Chadwick Boseman’s death soon enough. 

Don Cheadle is hated for his liberal opinions. And he, Idris Elba, Zendaya Coleman, Tessa Thompson, Anthony Mackie and the cast of Black Panther had racist hate for playing black superheroes.

Comcisgaters and “anti-woke” people rioted against the idea of an Ironheart Disney Plus show to a point they made a rumor that black people harassed Lexi Rabe believing she would be MCU’s Ironheart when it was really about white people bothering her for signing autographs. And plan to attack whatever child actor who will play Riri Williams.

John Boyega, though not Marvel, has been getting death threats for playing the first black lead in Star Wars and accused of getting in between the Reylo ship, accused of being sexist by white women for making a sex joke about Rey, and called out for Disney’s racism.

Chris Pratt getting defended over a Twitter joke but the people I’ve listed above didn’t get as much of the help from big white male stars when they were harassed for real.   

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Amajiki: I'm immune to mean and hurtful words because Mirio says nice things to me every day and his love protects me

Izuku: I'm immune to mean and hurtful words because Kacchan says mean things to me every day, so I'm prepared

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Hey, I hope you’re doing well during these weird times. THis is my first time submitting a request so bare with me. Can I request Todoroki, Midoriya, and Shinsou with a s/o or friend who deals with depression and with difficult family members so they come off as cold/blunt but are actually pretty empathetic. They just have a hard time expressing it. Thank you for even reading this :) I wish you well with your blog. Please stay safe and take care of your mental health <3

First off, I would like to apologise for this taking so long to get out! I’ve been swamped with college stuff and this particular story just wouldn’t turn out the way I wanted it to. However, after weeks of rewriting, I am finally happy with the outcome. Thank you for your patience <3

Rin was a simple guy in his own opinion. All he wanted was a peaceful evening in with his ex-foster brother, binge watching netflix and stuffing his face with pizza until he forgot what being hungry felt like.

Unfortunately for him, the universe had decided this was too much to ask and so, here he was, in a packed mall, hunched awkwardly by the fountain, waiting for Shinsou and his ‘friend’ to turn up. He sighed, rolling his shoulders, wincing slightly at the popping noise they made and flinching at the sudden scream of a small child to his left.

Glancing up, he made eye contact with the mother, who smiled apologetically with a small shrug, as though saying ‘what can you do?’ Rin looked away quickly, shifting uncomfortably, the soft fabric of his hoodie suddenly feeling too tight despite being a few sizes too big.

Coming here was a bad idea, he wasn’t ready to meet one of Shinsou’s friends. Why did he agree to this? He could have said no, Shinsou would have understood. Right? His heart began to race faster, drowning out the bustling sounds of life an replacing them with a loud, fearful pounding. Shinsou would have said it was okay, but he would be so disappointed, and then he’d see that Rin isn’t worth the hassle. He’d leave, oh god he’d leave. Then he’d be on his own all over again, alone and hurt and lost and and and-

A sharp voice broke through the haze of self loathing Rin had wormed his way into, his head shot up, a slurred ‘wha-?’ leaving torn lips before a familiar and comforting blankness settled over him, nothing but the soft fuzziness and the nice voice existing at this point in time.

“Breathe Rin, nice and easy. In for 5, hold for 7, out for 8, just like we practised.”  Rin felt his muscles begin to relax, shoulders uncurling, hands unclenching and posture straightening, feeling as though all the tension in his body was being leached out.

A hand resting softly on his shoulder was enough to snap him out of the hypnotic daze and he found himself staring into familiar amethyst eyes, face calm and hair as untamed as ever. Despite this, Rin could see the worried tug on his friend’s lips and couldn’t stop the wave of guilt that washed over him. Shinsou must have seen something in his expression as his grip tightened marginally before allowing a lazy smile to grace his features.

“Hey, Rin, I’m happy to see you”

It may seem stupid but hearing the confirmation that Shinsou wasn’t disappointed in him helped to chase away the last dregs of the panic attack, leaving Rin feeling both a million times lighter and so heavy at the same time.

Lifting his head higher, he spied another person stood behind Shinsou, back turned politely to give them privacy but close enough that it was obvious he was the other person Shinsou had brought with him for Rin to meet.

Following his gaze, Shinsou gave a small fond smile, and Rin felt his eyes widen at the soft, barely there flush that dusted Shinsou’s cheeks as he looked on at the shorter male.

“That’s Midoriya Izuku, a friend of mine from UA. You’ll like him I promise,” Rin didn’t doubt that, he’d seen the kid on TV and had grown fond of his blazing enthusiasm and dedication to heroics. He did however, doubt that Midoriya would like him. After all, someone with such a powerful quirk like Midoriya’s wouldn’t want to be associating with someone like him.

He was broken out of his depressive musings by a scarred had being thrust out. He looked up, surprised, and was almost blinded by the grin sent his way by the green haired, freckled boy.

“M-Midoriya Izuku! It’s n-nice to meet you Rin! Sh-shinsou has told me a l-lot about you!”

‘A stutter huh’ Rin thought as he took the hand offered and shook it, sending back a weak smile that felt more like a grimace, ‘That was certainly unexpected considering how intense the boy was on TV’.

After the less then stellar first encounter, Rin was not eager to spend the rest of the day with this Midoriya Izuku. Of course, he seemed like a nice guy, they all do and then they turn around and stab you in the back when you’re settled in and comfortable. It’s a truth that Rn had learned the hard way, and something he had thought Shinsou new. Clearly he was so infatuated he had forgotten the risks. That’s okay though, Rin would watch his back and make sure that he wouldn’t be hurt by Midoriya, it was for his own good.

He walked to the left of Shinsou, with Midoriya on the right, keeping slightly behind the pair so he could observe the interactions and keep an eye on the green haired anomaly, without being too obvious about it. Or so he thought. Midoriya turned his head slightly and caught his eye as Rin was staring at him. Midoriya smiled uncertainly in response to the small frown Rin gave as he tried to work out what the boy’s game was.

Their day continued much like this, with Midoriya making efforts to interact with Rin and Rin shutting him down with short answers and grunts. Shinsou watched the whole thing with a sad look in his eyes that made Rin feel awful but if he wasn’t going to look out for himself then someone else had to do it for him.

Eventually, they stopped at a cafe, one that Rin knew Shinsou was a fan of and sat down at a table close to the window. They quickly put in their orders, Shinsou opting for a black coffee and a doughnut, Midoriya having an orange juice and a cookie and Rin just having a packet of crisps and a hot chocolate.

When the drinks finally arrived, Rin spent the next few minutes staring at Midoriya over the rim of his mug, watching for any aggression, any sign that Midoriya did not mean well. Clearly trying his best to not appear uncomfortable, Midoriya continued his strained conversation about the latest training session he and Shinsou had with ‘Aizawa-sensei’ whoever that was.

Rin took a sip of the hot chocolate, valiantly trying to ignore the burning sensation on his tongue as the too hot sugary goodness filled his mouth. He clearly didn’t do a good enough job as Midoriya turned to look at him, concern written plain as day on his face while Shinsou sniggered, handing Rin a napkin to wipe down his mouth where he had sputtered in surprise.

“Are you okay Rin?” Midoriya asked, offering his drink to the boy, “Do you want to cool your mouth down”.

What happened next, Rin could not explain, maybe he was embarrassed, maybe he was pissed off that Midoriya had intruded on his and Shinsou’s day or maybe it was a mixture of the both, but he snapped, hitting the glass out of Midoriya’s hand and standing up suddenly.

Face twisted into a snarl, “Don’t you dare look down on me!” the store was silent and all eyes were turned towards the table the three were sat at. Midoriya glanced around the shop nervously, as though upset by the attention, this only served to annoy Rin further.

“What? Can’t handle the attention? Would have thought someone with such a powerful quirk was used to it. Stop pretending, I know what people like you are really like. I don’t know how you have fooled Shinsou but you won’t fool me!”

“Rin-” Shinsou began, looking up at his friend, shocked by the outburst.

“No Shinsou! Don’t you see? He’s just trying to get your trust! He’ll hurt you and then he’ll leave you! They always do! How can you be so stupid?”

He was cut off by the abrupt standing up of Midoriya, the table shook and a heavy silence filled the store, smothering the previous awkward atmosphere and replacing it with something more oppressive, more cloying and absolutely ridden with mourning.

“I’ll see you later Shinsou.” the boy grabbed his bag and made to leave the store, stopping and turning back to the table to send Rin a sad smile, “Nice to meet you Rin”

Rin sat back down, suddenly feeling deflated and the confused glare he was getting from Shinsou really wasn’t helping his situation.

“What the fuck was that Rin?” Shinsou growled out. He looked hurt, and confused and angry and oh no, he was gonna leave and it was all Rin’s fault and he’s fucked it up again. Useless, useless, powerless, weak can’t even protect the one precious person left in his life.

His breaths came out in harsh pants, nails digging into the flesh of his ribs, too loud, everything was too loud. He could hear Shinsou calling for him as he stood up and raced out of the door, running. Running where? Who knows, all he knows is that he has to get away. Away. Before they hurt him, before they hit him, before he’s thrown around because he can’t take care of  himself because he’s-

Oomf

He’d run into something. Something hard. Like a wall, but not a wall because it was moving, oh god. It’s another person. They’re reaching down towards him, they’re gonna hurt him, gonna hit him. Away, away-

“GET AWAY! DON’T TOUCH ME!” he threw his arms wide, almost hitting the wall-person he had run into. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn't see,  his vision a swirl of red and white, ears filled with concerned screeches and moans and noise, oh god the noise.

Green. He sees green. It pushes the red and white away gently and covers his ears with silence before its filled with soft tones of the piano. What?

He opens his eyes again. They are in an ally, away from the loud noises and the bright colours. He’s leaning on something breathing, something warm, something green. Midoriya. He tenses.

Midoriya leant back and allowed Rin to pull himself away, concerned and painfully understanding eyes trained on Rin’s shivering form.

“You’re quirkless, aren’t you?” the question carried no malice, or hate and yet, it was so so heavy, heavy with understanding and empathy.

Rin nodded and sniffed, curling in on himself, ready to protect himself from the scorn he knew would follow, as it always had.

“Did you know I was a late bloomer?” Rin’s head shot up, he hadn’t known that. Even so, late bloomers developed their quirk at 7 at the latest- “I was 15” the world came to a screeching halt.

“15?” Rin whispered, looking, really looking at the boy in front of him.

“Yeah. I was diagnosed as quirkless when I was four but I made my mind up that I was going to be a hero anyway, I’d be the first quirkless hero if that’s what it took. Others didn’t take too kindly to that. They laughed at me, picked on me and would even practise their quirks on me, the poor, little, weak, quirkless Deku, who couldn't fight back. I know Rin, I know,”

Guilt like a tsunami crashed over him, replacing burning anger with resignation and regret.

“But…but you got your quirk?” he rasped out, only now realising how dry his throat had gotten, wordlessly, Midoriya offered him a water bottle he seemed to have materialised out of nowhere.

“About 9 months before the UA entrance exams, I began to train really hard to get stronger so I would at least stand a chance of passing. On the day of the exam, someone really needed help and out of nowhere, my quirk came in. The Doctors believe that I had a dormant quirk that my body couldn’t handle so it only manifested when I wasn’t in any life threatening danger if I used it.”

“What do you mean, ‘couldn't handle it’?” Rin asked, incredulous, he’d never heard of anything like that before.

“When I use my quirk for too long, or if I don’t carefully regulate the power output, my quirk shatters my bones”

The ally was silent. Neither of them knowing what to say to follow that statement up. Rin shifted uncomfortably and was about to apologise when-

“So yeah. I get it. I don’t want to be enemies Rin, but if you don’t want to be friends then there is nothing I can do about it. But you listen to me-” Rin gulped at the intensity in Midoriya’s gaze,”I won’t ever hurt Shinsou, not if I can help it. He is a dear friend of mine and I have sworn to protect him, so please” the burning passion seemed to dwindle down until it mimicked the warmth of a hearth, “can we try to be friends?”.

Unable to say anything, Rin nodded, ignoring the tears that threatened to spill, and hoisted himself up, offering a hand to Midoriya to help him up. The hand was taken gratefully.

“Now, let’s find Todoroki - he’s the one you ran into - I think he’ll have found Shinsou by now. I think there is a lot the three of us need to discuss. Starting with who it was that has made you feel like you need to protect Shinsou and yourself from those of us with quirks.”

At the righteous fury in Midoriya’s voice, Rin couldn’t help but give a watery smile, as he followed him back into the light of the main street, fully believing this was the start of a great friendship.

Oh this one was a doozy to write but I enjoyed myself. I’m sorry I couldn’t work Todoroki into the story more but I feel like this worked out well and there is the potential to introduce him as a more prominent character later on, should the inspiration strike!

Thanks so much for sending in a request and I hope I’ve done it justice! 

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“Bakugo’s been eating peanut M&Ms in hopes that if a cannibal serial killer eats him and is allergic to peanuts, he can have his revenge.”

— Kirishima Eijiro, probably.

#katsuki bakugou #Kirishima Eijirou #bakugo katsuki #incorrect bnha quotes #source: unknown #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha

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Request : #kissmybestfriendchallenge

Hi could you make a Bakugou or Todoroki one-shot where the reader does the #kissmybestfriend challenge from tiktok? Fluff or Lime.. Um thanks..

Ask and you shall receive! This was really fun to write and I hope you like it!

I could feel every cell in my body tingle, as though Katsuki’s explosions were effecting my very soul, the sensation spreading rapidly through me from the point of contact.

This….this…what?

Waking up this morning was not on the top of my bucket-list, particularly after such an intense round of battle simulations that Aizawa had us going through last night, something about ‘villains don’t care what time it is’.

As much as I agree with that statement, any villain that attacks at 2 in the fucking morning can actually suck my toes…wait no…a villain that ATTACKS can suck my toes. Yeah, that’s better, I nod to myself, slowly dragging my aching body out bed, trying desperately to ignore the siren calls of the still warm bed sheets.

Mornings can suck my toes as well, at least it’s a Sunday so no ‘surprise’ training sessions today.

Outside the dorm room I can hear the tell-tale signs that the others are getting up as well, Kaminari and Sero’s loud conversations floating uninvited into the sanctuary that is my room… it’s too early for this bullshit.

Deciding against getting dressed, I threw on a bathrobe, tying the cord loosely around my middle, too tired to care about my appearance, and swung open the door, allowing the aura of death to seep from my very being into the common room down the hall, warning the others of my mood.

Conversation quieted rapidly, for that I was grateful and things were starting to look up until I walked into the room.

“Y/N!! IT IS HIGHLY INAPROPRIATE FOR YOU TO WALK AROUND DRESSED LIKE THAT! I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MAY BE TIRED BUT IT IS HIGHLY DISRESPECTFUL TO YOUR CLASSMATES WHO MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE ABOUT YOUR STATE OF DRE-”

Slowly, calmly, I raised up my middle finger and trudged past Iida, unwilling to grace him with a response. He sputtered and flailed his arms in that weird chopping motion he does -I wonder why he does that?- as I walked into the kitchen, nodding at Katsuki who was stood at the stove flipping what looked like pancakes. Without saying a word, he slid me a mug full of the life giving bean juice, grunting at my muttered thanks.

A few sips in and I was already feeling better, drawing myself upright and releasing the heavy aura that had permeated the room previously, sending the others in the common room an apologetic smile at the sighs of relief, yeah my control is not great first thing in the morning.

The day passed quite peacefully after that, some of the class having made plans to go to the mall, had left soon after breakfast, calling out quick thanks to Katsuki as they passed the kitchen, grinning at his customary, “YOU THINK I NEED THANKS FROM FUCKS LIKE YOU?! OF COURSE IT WAS DELICIOUS, I MADE IT!”.

Everyone else continued to mill around the common room, talking among themselves and watching the TV or drifting back to the dorm rooms to get on with any last minute assignments. Momo and Jirou were sat watching videos on Jirou’s phone and occasionally giggling or blushing. My interest peaked, I walked over to see what they were looking at.

I could feel my face lighting up when I saw the girl lean over and kiss her ‘bestfriend’ leading to an intense make out session.

“W-what the fuck is that?” I asked, unable to keep the shocked stutter out of my voice.

“Oh! Y/n I didn’t know you were stood there!” Momo gasped, face flushing in embarrassment at being caught. Jirou on the other hand seemed unbothered, fixing me with a deadpan expression before saying,

“It’s the #kissmybestfriend challenge on TikTok, it’s really popular at the moment.” I shifted under the intense gaze she and Momo suddenly fixed on me, as cheshire grins suddenly crept across their faces.

Whatever was about to happen, I wanted no part in it and I carefully began to inch backwards, very aware of how close the two were getting. I could feel the room begin to heat up and the others sat on the couches began to shift uncomfortably under the weight of my aura as it once again began to fill the room. Momo and Jirou to their credit seemed mostly unbothered by it as they continued their advance.

“Say, Y/n, you and Bakugo are pretty close right?” Jirou asked

“Very close, one could almost call you best-friends, no?” Momo continued, both of their smiles turning from cheshire to shit eating.

“W-what are you talking about? Katsuki and me? N-noway! We’re just friends!” I managed to stutter out as images began to flood my mind, unbidden, from their implications.

“Friends that call each other by their first name even though you’ve only known each other for a year or so…”

I tried to stutter out a response, the air becoming even heavier still from my increasing embarrassment and confusion.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE? EARPHONES, PONYTAIL, BACK THE FUCK OFF, Y/N CALM THE FUCK DOWN, I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE IN HERE” saved by the bell, kinda.

Momo and Jirou do back off at this but their smiles widen at the use of my name instead of a nickname. Thanks Katsuki but did you really have to prove a point in the process?!

I took a deep breath and once again, released the room from my aura before taking the opportunity to split and race back to my room.

I spent the rest of the morning sat on my bed thinking over what Momo and Jirou had said. Sure, Katsuki and I were close, but we weren’t like that. We just got each other, we were on the same wavelength, we vibed. That’s all, right?

Unable to let it go, I let myself slump back onto the bed sheets that only hours ago I had felt so comfortable in. I grabbed my head and rolled backwards the forwards, groaning and lamenting at my apparent inability to function as a normal human being.

I was so busy feeling sorry for myself, I almost missed the sound of my door opening. I looked up only to slump back down as I registered just who it was that had invaded my abode.

“HAH??” was the eloquent response to my deflated sigh. I couldn’t even bring myself to snap back with a quick comeback, so busy trying to hide the inappropriate thoughts from showing on my face.

He looked good.

A redundant statement, he always looked good. But right now, with this rose tinted filter over my eyes, he looked almost edible.

I blinked uncomprehendingly at him as he finished speaking. I hadn’t listened to a word of what he had said. I gulped at the look of annoyance that flickered across his face, flinching silently as he launched himself onto the bed next to me, almost certain this was the start of another loud and typically harmless argument.

“I said, what got you in such a state earlier?” he growled out, eye contact so intense, I couldn’t tear myself away from it.

“N-nothing, it was nothing Katsuki,”

“I’ll be the one that decides that thanks” he said, voice flippant.

Frustration licking at my nerves, I did something that under normal circumstances, I would never even consider. I whipped out my phone and opened up my TikTok, quickly setting it to record.

His eyes widened in confusion as I placed it on the bedside table facing us both. So concerned about what the phone was doing, he didn’t get the chance to stop me as I grabbed his face and pulled him in close, our lips meeting briefly.

No matter how fleeting our contact, I felt fireworks spread through my entire being, lips tingling. I looked back up at him, dreading the look of disgust on his face. Oh… what had I done? I had just ruined this perfectly good relationship by being an idiot-

I squeaked as I felt him grab me and pull in, eyes sparking and face warped in a snarl - goodbye world, you were shitty.

I squeaked at the feeling of his warm lips pressed against mine, movements rough and passionate and I couldn’t help but let my eyes slip closed, enjoying the intensity and fervour behind the kiss, allowing myself to indulge in the bliss of his surprisingly soft lips.

His tongue brushed fleetingly across my bottom lip as his hands tangled in my hair and I opened my mouth, permitting him entry, head still spinning at the impossibility of what was currently happening. I could feel my grip on my quirk slip and suddenly, the room was filled with fireworks, bursting flashed of happiness, surprise, excitement and, small hints of arousal. This was like nothing I had ever experienced and not for the first time, I was thankful that while others could feel the pressure of my aura, they couldn’t immediately recognise what it meant. Though, if Katsuki continued with his ministrations,  it wouldn’t be too long before the aura was strong enough that he could see it as well as feel it.

He pulled back, both of us gasping for air, his face flushed and a smug smirk on his face as he took in my dishevelled appearance, clearly proud of the mess he had made of me. His gaze travelled down my body before his face lit up like a tomato and he looked swiftly back up to my face. I looked down to see what had caused his sudden embarrassment and noticed that at some point during our make out session, my bathrobe had slipped down, the tie in the middle coming loose and exposing more of my chest than I had realised in the heat of the moment.

Gasping, I shoved him off, pulling it closed again to protect what little dignity I had left before looking back up at him, suddenly shy now that the situation had lightened.

“Not that I didn’t enjoy that y/n but what the fuck?” he asked, voice lacking the bite it usually carried and I couldn’t have stopped the fond smile even if I had wanted to as he reached behind his head to rub at the back of his neck where his blush was the darkest.

“Well, Momo and Jirou-” I sighed at his blank expression, “Ponytail and Earphones” his eyes widened slightly in remembrance.

“Wait, was this about those shitty videos they were watching?” he suddenly got another smug look on his face as he leaned in closer, so close I could feel his breath on my face and I felt my heart rate spike again, “If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you didn’t need a stupid excuse like that,” he said and I felt myself flush again.

“Nope! Absolutely not! Out! Get out!” I shot up, blushing uncontrollably as I began to push him out of the room, trying to ignore the shit eating grin on his face as he allowed himself to be shoved across the threshold. Before I could slam the door on him however, he grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a quick, but no less intense kiss.

“One for the road” he said when I looked up at him. I felt my blush explode across my whole body then, and threw the door shut with such intensity the pictures on the walls began to shake precariously on their fixtures.

I almost missed the soft, fond chuckle from the other side of the door as he began to walk back to his own room as I slumped against the wall and slowly sank to the floor.

I help my clenched fists to my chest, trying to calm down my racing heart as my blush slowly began to recede. I lent my head against the wall with a muted ‘thump’, taking in the room that suddenly seemed brand new, despite nothing having changed. My eyes caught on the phone propped up on the bedside table, repeating video showing that it had finished recording.

I crawled over to it, knees still shaking and clasped it close, watching the video, slightly disbelieving what had just happened and reminding myself to thank Momo and Jirou for pushing me into this situation, even if I didn’t think I was ready for it.

I smiled softly, cheeks pink and heart full as I clicked ‘save to drafts’.

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Hi could you make a Bakugou or Todoroki one-shot where the reader does the #kissmybestfriend challenge from tiktok? Fluff or Lime.. Um thanks..

Yeah sure! I'll have it up asap. Sorry if it took a while to respond!

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Pro Hero AU // Taking a break from patrol… 

#bakudeku #bkdk #mha #bnha #deku #kacchan #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsudeku #decchan #ktdk #fanart #not mine

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Sam: Billie Eilish is honestly the most hardworking, successful teenager I know 

Peter:

Peter: I can lift 50 tons

Sam: But can you pay your parents bills?

Peter:

Peter: I don’t have parents

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peter parker: do you ever wonder if you're the bad guy in someone else's story.

loki: peter, i'm the bad guy in my own story.

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A and B are both going to die. B comforts A by telling them they’ll see each other on the other side.

Before starting, I have to say that this has been a hard one to write. I was torn about who I should use in this prompt but I knew that I wanted to write it. I hope you enjoy it and that it pulls on the heartstrings.

Aizawa groaned as he crawled sluggishly back into the land of the living. He immediately regretted fighting so hard to wake up as pain sliced through his body like a hot knife, coming form everywhere and nowhere all at once.

He gasped sharply, lungs just barely inflating under the crushing pressure of - what was that? He forced his eyes open only to wish he hadn’t, coming face to face with a large concrete slab only a hair’s breath away from his nose. It seemed his legs hadn’t received the same mercy, he couldn’t feel below his left knee and for that he was grateful if the fireworks of agony coming from his right knee was anything to go off.

He hissed in another breath, wincing at the creaking of his ribs as the pressure on his sternum increased at the slight inflation. Unable to move his head more that a small tilt, he attempted to look around the small pocket of salvation he was trapped in. It was dark, too dark to see anything really, only the hazy grey outline of more rubble surrounding his prone form.

He strained his ears, trying to listen for any further explosions, and remaining still to see if there were any tell-tale vibrations from shock-waves. It would seem he was in luck, the battle was either over, or too far away to cause him any further immediate damage.

Shouta stiffened. What was that? The small pocket remained silent, it was just his mind playing tricks on hi-  there it was again!

A small wheeze. Dread pooled in his stomach, an icy fear momentarily overpowering his pain as his heart began to race, roaring blood making it almost impossible to hear anything at all.

‘H-Hello?’ he rasped, fighting the urge to cough at his dry throat, knowing it would only increase the red hot pain he felt in his chest.

A broken groan was his only response followed by a pained whimper. It sounded young and distressingly familiar.

‘Screw conserving energy’ Shouta thought to himself, he needed to know who was down here with him.

His eyes lit up a comforting ruby, faintly illuminating the dark cave. They fell on the hunched figure half buried under what looked like a steel support pipe.

‘No…’ Aizawa managed, his quirk released, plunging them both back into darkness. He knew that hair, he knew that voice. ‘Midoriya! Kid! Hey, Kid!’ he had to pause for a second to catch his breath, constricted lungs making it hard to talk, let alone yell like he had been attempting.

A pained groan was his only response and for a second, Shouta allowed himself to feel grateful the boy was unconscious, Lord knows that Midoriya would freak out.

‘S-Sensei?’ a cracked - young, so very young - voice called out. Of course he wasn’t unconscious Shouta berated himself, the problem child did nothing by halves and that apparently included being in pain as well.

‘Hey Kid, are you okay? Can you move?’ Aizawa prayed for a miracle, maybe he had seen wrong, maybe the support pillar hadn’t been so flush to the boy’s midsection as it first appeared.

‘N-no. I cn’t feel my legs. Sensei? W-what’s g’ning on?’ the teen slurred. Aizawa tried to ignore the new pain that shot through his heart at the agony and fear that was laced through his voice, at least he was coherent and responsive, those were good signs.

‘I think we were caught in the rubble after the building collapsed, I can’t move either so we’ve just got to wait for the others to come and find us’ Shouta responded, trying his best to sound optimistic, a difficult feat considering the dire situation the two had found themselves in. Harsh, stuttered breaths were his only response and Aizawa craned his head, trying desperately to see the boy, wondering if he was also searching for his teacher in the thick blackout that surrounded them.

Suddenly needing to see the boy’s face, Shouta activated his quirk again, illuminating the wide eyed, scared face of his student who winced at the sudden light. The support beam creaked and seemed to sink further into the boy, eliciting a sharp, muffled yelp as Midoriya bit his tongue to quell the noise. Aizawa shut his quirk off immediately.

How could he be that stupid? Midoriya’s quirk enhanced his own body, it was probably the only thing stopping the beam from crushing the boy completely.

Guilt coiled around his already tight lungs, forcing the remaining air out in a cloud of remorse and regret with no small portion of self loathing. He was supposed to be the adult here. He was the pro-hero and look at him now, causing pain to the very person he was supposed to save. A sudden stab of pain from his knee shook him from his stupor and he focused back onto the situation at hand.

A small ‘Sensei?’ was warbled out into the silence, practically dripping with unease.

‘I’m here Midoriya.’ Aizawa responded, a hazy melancholy feeling settling in his crushed bones at the clear distress the teen was feeling.

The very atmosphere seemed relieved and Aizawa kicked himself again, he was trapped with a kid who was very clearly in a lot of pain and very scared, he couldn’t just check out like that.

He ignored the small vindictive voice that whispered he was in pain too.

‘A-are you okay?’ that tiny, evil train of thought was drowned in the onslaught of emotions that assaulted Aizawa following that question.

‘I can’t move and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a few broken ribs and a crushed leg’ he responded honestly, knowing that the boy wouldn’t be comforted by lies, he needed to know the seriousness of their situation. ‘What about you kid? How are you feeling?’

‘I’m fine.’ the answer was strained and clearly the antitheses of ‘fine’ but at the same time, Shouta couldn’t blame the kid for lying. Acknowledging how much pain he was in, might drive him over the edge into panic, and considering the potentially limited supply of oxygen they were currently sharing, that wouldn’t be good for either of them.

Silence once again permeated the cavity, almost as thick as the shadows choking the air.

Aizawa allowed himself to slip into a hazy head-space, aware enough that he could still hear Midoriya’s shallow gasps but far enough away that the pain was slightly dulled. He had no idea how long they had been down there or even, where they were. The lack of noise implied they were further into the rubble than preferred but how far, he couldn’t tell. To be frank, they were both lucky they had survived.

The blast had been sudden, and large, lighting up the sky in a brilliant flash before everything collapsed in on its self, burying the detonator and a few heroes with it. Judging by the fact that Midoriya was in civilian clothing, it looked like he was caught up in the blast. Aizawa’s heart ached for the boy, it was bad enough experiencing these things while on duty, but on a day off was just horrific.

Midoriya’s breath hitched and Aizawa snapped back into the real world, blanching at the sudden re-emergence of his pain.

‘Kid? You still with me?’ he called into the velveteen black that threatened to smother them both. His anxiety spiked when he got no response. ‘Kid?’ he called out a little louder, hoping, praying he would get a response.

‘S-sensei?’ a choked sob, Shouta’s heart clenched, a growing lump in the back of his throat promising anguish at the child’s mournful whimpers.

‘I’m here kid. I’m here. I need you to keep talking to me? You got that?’ Aizawa couldn’t give a reason for the desperation he felt in that moment, he could chalk it up to innate parental instinct in response to hearing such a desolate cry.

‘Okay’ the boy whispered, and Shouta could only listen to the stilted shuffles, betraying the teen’s halting movements. He was about to ask the boy what he was doing when Midoriya broke the silence himself.

‘Sensei?’ Shouta hummed to show he was listening, the sound coming out more breathless than he intended.

‘I lied.’ Shouta couldn’t help the surprised and somewhat confused grunt at the sudden confession.

‘What did you lie about, kid?’ he finally settled on, ignoring the niggling worry in the back of his skull, shifting slightly to try to avoid the sharp stones that were beginning to cut into his back.

‘I’m not fine.’ a sharp intake of breath was Shouta’s only reply. ‘I can’t feel my legs, I can’t breath. My ribs are crushed and I can feel something in my stomach.’ Shouta stubbornly blinked away the tears that had begun to accumulate.

‘Sensei…it hurts’ that simple admission, laden with tears and brutal honesty stole Aizawa’s breath, leaving him choked up and unable to respond.

‘I’m so tired, and I hurt so much!’ the boy was full on sobbing at this point, harsh wheezing accompanying mournful wails, the  plaintive cries of an injured, scared child.

Aizawa wasn’t a parent, he had never wanted to be, but at that particular moment, he would have done anything to whisk the boy away to the safety of his apartment, wrap him in a blanket and promise that he would be okay. As it was, he tried to do the next best thing.

‘I know Midoriya. I know. I’m sorry but you need to stay awake. I’m sacred too and I need you to help me be brave’ he knew he was playing dirty, manipulating the boy’s unhealthy drive to do anything for someone who needed help. At this point though, Shouta didn’t care. If it kept the boy alive and fighting, then it would do for now. They could discuss it once they had been rescued.

As if on cue, a loud crumbling sound echoed through their cramped quarters and Aizawa took a deep breath, unsure if the influx of air was due to the relief he felt hearing voices, or if the pressure on his chest had been lightened some.

He turned his head in the direction he knew Midoriya was lying. ‘Hear that kid? They’re coming for us, we just need to let them know we’re here. Can you hold on for a bit longer?’ he heard a soft sob before a broken ‘yes’ wobbled into the air.

Unwilling to risk using up their precious oxygen supply, well aware that the shifting in the rubble could drastically decrease their already limited amount, he began to tap a rhythm into the metal sheet, the remains of a large sign, the sound echoing in their small pocket and hopefully, out into the rubble for the other heroes to hear as well.

Time passed, Shouta was unsure how much, the only sounds within their shared spaces was the continued, breathless  conversations with Midoriya, each slightly more incoherent, and the repetitive clanging of fists on metal.

It was impossible to tell if the voices of the heroes above the rubble had gotten any louder or closer but the continued sounds of moving rubble and cries of relief whenever they found someone was a comfort to the pair. At least it was to Aizawa, the boy was so delirious it was hard to tell whether he had noticed the noise at all.

A small mumble sounded from the lump Shouta knew was Midoriya and he strained to hear what the boy was trying to say.

He almost wished he hadn’t.

‘S’nsei, m’gnna die.’ it was said without sadness or disbelief, as though Midoriya had accepted this to be the absolute truth.

‘No you won’t kid. You’ve just got to hang on a little longer’ Shouta almost spat the words out, needing them to reach the teen, pleading for him to not give up yet.

‘i d’nt wanna die. S’nsei. G’tta take care f’ma Mum’ Shouta didn’t think his heart could sink any lower. How had he forgotten? Midoriya’s mother was probably out there right now pleading, begging, desperate to know what had happened to her son.

‘You’re not going to die kid. We’re going to be saved, we’ll go to the hospital and get fixed up. You’ll see your Mum again and I’ll take you out to the Cat Coffee place I like and we can talk about what happens. After that, you can go back to working for the number one hero spot.’

‘S’nds nice’ the teen slurred and Shouta could almost picture the small smile that the boy likely wore.

They passed more time talking about what they would do once they were out, or rather, Shouta spoke and Midoriya mumbled out semi-audible repsonses.

All too soon, Aizawa began to feel light headed, sweat gathering on his brow as the pain began to creep further up his legs at a snails pace, leaving scorching trails behind it.

Silence once again swallowed the pocket before it was broken by Shouta’s hushed whisper, ‘if you die kid, it won’t be alone. I’ll wait for you on the other side’. Depsite the heavy words, the air seemed lighter, as though a stifling fear had been lifted.

‘Pr’mise?’ came the pained response, weaker now than it had ever been.

‘I promise’. Shouta risked the movement, stretching out the arm that wasn’t still tapping on the metal towards where he last remembered seeing the boy. His fingers came into contact with something soft and curly, Midoriya’s signature green mop of hair. He began running his fingers through the curls gently, all to aware of the tacky wetness that was caught in knots. He refrained from acknowledging what it was.

‘Sensei?’ boy spoke softly but with such clarity that Shouta paused in his ministrations.

‘Can you light up the room please? I’m scared of the dark’

Unable to deny the teen this one thing, he looked up towards the metal pillar and activated his quirk, giving the area a warm, crimson glow. He felt more than saw the kid relax and a content sigh shifted some dust, creating a mesmerising swirl in the dim light.

‘You know what Sensei?’ Shouta didn’t respond, he didn’t need to, Midoriya knew he was listening, ‘It doesn’t hurt any more’

The tears helped to moisten Shouta’s eyes, allowing him to keep them open for longer than usual, something he was both grateful for, and hated.

He kept the alcove lit for as long as he could, continuing the gentle strokes to messy hair. He carried on even as Midoriya stopped moving, head slowly cooling alongside the rest of his body.

He blinked when the cavern was suddenly lit with not the empty red of his eyes, but the bright white of the midday sun, senses assaulted with noise, colour and light. He hadn’t even heard them get close.

‘Midoriya… see, I told you they’d come soon’. The boy didn’t, couldn’t respond. Shouta allowed his eyes to shut, the last thing he saw was the distraught face of a single mother, her agonised scream following him into unconsciousness. Yet another promise he couldn’t keep.

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