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More of my farmer with Lance from stardew valley expanded.

#my art #fanart #myart #my oc art #my oc character #drawing #art #stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #lance stardew valley expanded #it has been a whole year and Istill can’t get One single baby with him #and it’s winter now soon grandpa will come back #WE NEED THE KIDS LANCE

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Hi everyone, I will be hosting gesture drawing every week on Sunday evenings in my server Cafe Dot. If you're interested in having a lil fun art sesh and improving, feel free to join, any medium or skill level welcome. Sessions will be 30min to 1 hour, and I will play a video where we can all draw along and share our work at the end. If that sounds fun to you I'd be happy to have you there! Reblobs appreciated

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I have go back to play blush blush again, and I’m so happy Logan is on the game.

#my art #fanart #myart #drawing #blush blush #Logan blush blush #blush blush fanart #he is an angel #i love him so bad #my favorite of all the boys #I love that he always protects us on the roller coaster and the haunted house

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Characters from my friend and mine.

#my art #myart #my oc art #my oc character #drawing

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"Yes mom I want a cinnamon roll thanks."

#my art #myart #my oc art #my oc character #drawing #spidersona #spiderverse oc #had this idea because my mom found cinnamon rolls in the fridge

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My spidersona. What? The hype is already over? Oh well.

#my art #myart #my oc art #my oc character #spidersona #spiderverse oc #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse

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My farmer on SVE with a lot of mods

#my art #myart #fanart #stardew valley #stardew fanart #stardew oc #stardew farmer

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My heart…I can’t 🥺❤️

Haikyuu!! Boys being asked by their step children to adopt them

Characters: Washio, Akaashi, Numai, Kita, Suna, Kamasaki (separately) x female reader

Warnings: crying, Akaashi’s and Suna’s are a little different heh, mentions of dads leaving (not these haikyuu kings- your ex), mentions of being hit by a car in Numai's (NOT ANGST- it was a very minor injury)

I meant to post this on father's day but I had a LONG DAY. SO anyways, here is this, it's possibly one of the best things I've ever written, so enjoy :)

Washio Tatsuki:

Today was father’s day, and it would be the 3rd father’s day Washio has gotten to spend as a father.

The best decision Washio ever made was getting down on one knee 4 years ago and proposing to you, and marrying you a short year later. 

And when he married you along with adding you to his life, he also got to add your 3 young ones, your 2 daughters and your son.

Your kids were pretty little when the two of you got married, being 2, 4 and 5 years old, so he’s been there as their father figure for the majority of their childhoods.

So when you asked them a few months ago if they wanted him to be their dad officially, they all jumped at the opportunity to legally have Washio be their dad.

You sat facing your husband with your camera held up, holding back a giggle when he raised an eyebrow at your antics before shaking his head with a smile, smile getting even wider when your youngest, who’s now 5, asked to sit on his lap.

He gratefully took the envelope your oldest presented to him, opening the blue envelope and smiling at the colorful card the kids had made him.

His youngest shuffled off his lap, running to join his two older sisters as they briefly left the room, not before letting their parents know that they’d be right back.

3 pairs of small feet could be heard rumbling as they did whatever it was they were doing upstairs, before they came tumbling down the stairs and into the living room where you and your husband patiently waited.

“Okay, this is your last gift! Happy Father’s Day!” Your youngests echoed their older sister, giggling with big smiles as they waited for Washio to open his last gift.

As he did with the previous gifts, he read the paper aloud, “Dear Daddy, the past few years have been the best years ever! We talked with mommy, and we all…de- divided?” 

Your oldest huffed, it had been her who had written the paper, “No, Daddy, it says Decided.” He nodded, apologizing for misreading her very much definitely not illegible handwriting before he continued.

“We all decided that we want you as our dad…officially…h-here’s the..the adoption papers.” You softly called out your husband's name, your own eyes clouded with tears as soon as you saw he had begun crying.

He nodded, hand wiping the tears from his eyes as he pulled his kids towards him, all 3 piling on top of each other to snuggle into their dad.

Akaashi Keiji:

This week, your son’s preschool was holding an appreciation week of sorts. 

Monday was teacher appreciation, Tuesday was school staff appreciation, Wednesday had been mother appreciation, and now today is Thursday- Father appreciation.

For Mother and Father appreciation the school invited mothers and fathers to come in to the school (on their respective days) and spend time with their child doing crafts and playing games.

You had gone in on Wednesday, and had a great time with your 3 year old son!

And now it was Thursday, and your husband of just over a year would be attending your son’s school with him for this father’s appreciation day!

This was a big step in both you and Akaashi’s relationship as well as Akaashi’s relationship with your son.

Your ex- your son’s biological father, left when your son was very young, so your son hadn’t really had a strong fatherly presence until Akaashi became a constant in his life 2 years ago.

Now, legally, Akaashi was your son’s adoptive father.

But in practice…he just didn’t know what to do- he couldn’t tell if your son liked or hated him!!

Maybe it was because your son was quiet, and really didn’t say a whole lot.

 And maybe, it was because Akaashi had a tendency to overthink things- your son was only 3 after all.

Regardless, Akaashi just felt like he hadn’t been able to form a solid connection with your son, which was something he really wanted to do, he loved your son like he was his own.

So here he was, hand in hand with S/n as the two walked around the little ones school, Akaashi asking questions every now and then and S/n giving him short- but informational, answers.

They spent the whole day together, right about lunch time Akaashi had to step out to make a call, but he was back before lunch was over. 

When he came back, S/n was drawing with some crayons, kicking his feet back and forth and he continued to intensely focus on his picture.

“What are you drawing? It looks great.” Akaashi sat back down in the small plastic chair, knees just about level with his shoulders as he struggled to fit into the small chair.

S/n continued drawing, “Our family, see? There’s me, rosco (the family dog), mommy and you daddy.” Akaashi felt his eyes go wide, as he sucked in a deep breath.

“Me?” S/n nodded, looking up to his dad with a small head tilt, “Yeah, cause you’re my dad.”

Akaashi smiled, lips a little wobbly but he was absolutely not gonna cry (not now anyway, he’d save that for later), “Yeah, that’s me.”

Numai Kazuma:

“Okay- no I’m not gonna forget the carrots- babe that was one time! Okay, I’ll see you later, love you, bye.” Numai hung up on his call with you, slipping his phone into his back pocket before crossing his arms across his chest as he waited for his step-kids to be released from school.

You had met Numai during college after you backed your car into him in the student parking lot (he was fine- but he might’ve limped away from that incident with a minor concussion), and you’ve been best friends ever since.

He was with you at your best and held your hand during your worst- including when your trash of an ex-husband (the one he always hated but kept quiet because of how in love you seemed) got you pregnant then ditched when you told him the news (Numai was this🤏close to committing a felony).

Regardless of the circumstances, Numai was always by your side. Including when you gave birth to your fraternal twins.

A few years later, Numai confessed his love to you and your strong friendship turned into a strong relationship built on an incredible amount of trust and love. 

He also fit into your kids lives practically seamlessly, since he had been there for them since…well..they were born.

He never could’ve imagined he’d get to be where he is, married to you the love of his life, waiting with the other parents to pick up his kids from school, going to get groceries for his family, and another one on the way-

If you couldn’t tell, Numai was a very happy man.

And it was because he had basically raised the twins he could tell something was off.

After he and the twins got home, he made his way into the living room where you had been sitting reading a book.

He sighed as he sat down, eye brows pinched together in confusion and concern as he tried to decipher why the twins could be so upset.

“Did something happen at school? The twins seem really upset.” Your husband shook his head, “Maybe? They wouldn’t tell me what was wrong- they’ve just been so quiet!” He sat there for a minute before he got up.

He needed to know what was making them so upset, so he headed up the stairs and towards their bedroom. He was just at the door when he heard sniffling- oh no.

He opened the door and felt his heart crack at the sight of the twins holding onto each other as they cried. Within five seconds he was pulling them into his arms and trying to calm them down. You had made your way into their room very shortly after.

“Hey- hey what’s wrong?” He held your daughter as you held your son, gently trying to coax what was making them so upset out while also trying to stop their tears.

“A-a boy in-in our class said- you didn’t really- love us, cause- if-if you did, we wo-uld have just your last- name-” His heart shattered to pieces as your daughter- his daughter, told him what was making them so sad.

“A-and that, when the baby is born…you’ll love them more…cause they’re- they’re actually yours-” “That’s not true.” You were caught off guard at how firm your husband’s voice was, watching as he gently dried your daughter’s tears and cradled her close to him.

“Hey, listen to me, both of you…I have loved your mommy for a very long time, and I have loved you for a very long time- long before your mommy and me became a thing…heck I was there when you two were born!” Your kids laughed, sniffling as their tears began to stop. 

“You may not be my kids by blood, but that doesn’t mean I’m not your dad! I will love you for the rest of my life, no matter what…and this baby is gonna be an addition to our family, not your replacement..” They nodded, hugging him tightly when he pulled them back into his arms.

“...can- *hic* can we be ‘Numai’ too?” Numai could feel his chest swell with love and pride- he had to stop himself from accidentally squeezing his children.

“..yeah…yeah you can be ‘Numai’ too..”

Kita Shinsuke:

Kita was out and about with you- his wife, and your two daughters- his step-daughters.

There was a farmers market going on in town, and you and your husband decided it’d be a nice family activity to do with your girls!

You held the hand of the youngest one while Kita held the hand of the oldest one, just strolling around and looking at all the fresh fruit and vegetable stands.

You took your youngest to the bathroom, leaving your oldest with Kita so they could continue walking around and looking at all the things.

“OOH- can we go look at the flower stands?! They’re so pretty!” Kita smiled as he nodded, making sure to remind her to ‘hold on tight’ to his hand so she didn’t get lost in the crowd.

The pair walked over to the stand, and Kita picked her up and held her on his hip so she could see better.

He watched as her eyes practically sparkled when the sweet old lady put out a bouquet of daisies.

Kita smiled, and slightly shifted the child in his arms so he could reach into his back pocket to grab his wallet.

“I’d like to buy the daisies, please.”

The sweet woman smiled and put them in a cute little wrapping and handed them to Kita, who in turn handed them to his little girl.

She gasped, “Thank you so much! They’re so pretty!” 

The woman laughed, shaking her head as she looked at the young girl, “I’m glad you like them, it was very kind of your daddy to buy them for you.”

Kita stilled, but willed himself to keep the smile on his face. The girls hadn’t started calling him their dad yet, not necessarily intentionally, but more so because he didn’t want to impose himself on their lives.

Did he want them to? Absolutely- he loves them with his entire being.

But there was still that little voice in his head telling him ‘you’re not their real dad, you don’t get to-’ “Yeah, my daddy’s the best!”

Kita turned his head so he could see his step-daughter, tilting his head as he stayed quiet and listened as she spoke energetically to the lady.

“He cooks me breakfast eeeevery morning- even when he’s super tired! He’s a reeeaally good cook! He’s learning how to do my hair too! He’s not really good at it, but he tries, so I let him.” The lady smiled, laughing as she picked up a few roses and slipped them into the bouquet, denying Kita’s insistence to pay for them as she waved them goodbye.

His heart had already melted from earlier, so imagine his shock when the pair met back up with you and your youngest, and your daughter shimmed out of his hold and into your arms, showing you the pretty flowers “daddy” had bought for her.

Suna Rintaro:

Suna married you when your daughter was 16, so he didn’t really play the “father” role as much as he would’ve had he met and married you sooner.

But the two of them still got along great!

Your ex wasn’t in the picture, and hadn’t been for awhile, so when he joined your family he took on the fatherly role your daughter well…never really got to have.

He taught her to drive, dropped her off at prom, he was there to intimidate her boyfriend on her first date, and he helped console you when you cried your eyes out as she announced she and her fiance were going to be getting married.

Now, he was here listening to you and her talk about wedding planning things. Was he much help? With the planning, no. But with emotional support? Absolutely.

So there he sat, leaning back into the couch with his arm draped across the back as you sat tucked snuggly under his arm, animatedly talking napkin colors and table cloths with his step daughter. 

Now, because your daughter had been older when the two of you got married, y’all hadn't really discussed adoption since she’d only be a dependent for two more years.

But it was pretty obvious he had adopted her- even if it wasn’t that way on paper.

Even so, your daughter had thought of him as her dad for the past 8 years, he had been a constant comfort in her life and the father she never thought she would get to have.

And with her getting married, she wanted to have a piece of him with her at all times.

And what would be better to keep with her than his last name?

“Hey, dad, I was wondering if I could ask you for something…” Suna nodded his head as a signal for her to continue.

“Shoot”

“So, I know you’re already walking me down the aisle, but…you’ve done so much for me over the past few years…and…and- uhm, you’ve been the best dad I could’ve asked for and..I want to keep a piece of you with me,”

You watched as Suna sat forwards, green eyes looking with interest (and a little emotional) as he looked imploringly towards your daughter.

She took a deep breath before reaching into her purse and pulling out a manila folder, sliding out a document.

“Since I’ll be changing my last name, I uhm, I was wondering if it would be okay to change my middle name too,”

She handed him the document, and on the first name line was of course her first name, on the last name line was her soon-to-be-husband’s last name

But on the middle name line, was his last name.

“I-if you’re not okay with this- that’s okay! I just wanted to have a part of you with me…”

You turned to see your husband gulp, chartreuse eyes cloud with tears as he nodded, gulping before he choked out a, “I would love that” before getting up to pull your daughter into the tightest hug you think you’ve ever seen your husband give.

“I would love that…”

Kamasaki Yasushi:

You muffled your laughter as you watched your boyfriend of 3 years and your daughter of 4 years had a very energetic conversation about her day at pre-school.

“A-and then, he said that dogs were better than cats!” You heard Kamasaki gasp, “But D/n….dogs are better than cats.”

You really had to suppress your giggles as your daughter reacted with ‘No they’re not!’, giggling through her words as she playfully glared at him, mimicking what you did when he pulled those jokes on you.

“Okay- okay, what did you say when he told you that?” He pretended to take a sip of tea, he had to pretend since the plastic cups they were using for their tea party were empty.

She continued to talk about her day while she poured her stuffed animals their own cups of pretend tea.

Kamasaki just smiled and nodded his head as she went on and on about anything and everything.

The past three years he’s spent being her dad have been the best years of his life.

Now that the two of you were planning to get married soon, he’d probably get to adopt her soon. I mean- he’s raised her since she was 1, it was pretty much official at this point.

“Hey- ‘sushi?” He smiled at the nickname she had given him, turning to look at her while she spoke as he held the pretend food in his hand.

“Yeah pumpkin?”

She smiled, a shy, sweet little smile as her little hands fiddled with the tutu she had been wearing.

“...when can I start calling you daddy?” You felt your heart seize in your chest, eyes beginning to swell with tears- but it was nothing compared to what Kamasaki was feeling at this very moment.

“I-” You could hear how choked up he was, but you knew he was overwhelmed with joy.

“Whenever you want pumpkin- right now if you want.” She smiled, giggling as she stood up and went over to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Okay…daddy.”

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Anything with Shinsuke just makes me so happy, I can even understand, just smile like a dumb teenager having a gigantic crush

𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒;

➵ kita shinsuke x f!reader ➵ contents: it’s father’s day i had to make kita the loml one

“that is a whole-ass baby on his back.”

you have to suppress the laughter that threatens to burst out of you as you pull into the driveway, your husband’s old teammates in tow. atsumu’s gripping the passenger seat headrest and craning his neck to peer out the windshield. his twin, the less excitable of the two, slaps him over the back of his head. “nothin’ escapes yer notice, does it?”

“ow. shut up. why is there a whole-ass baby on his back?”

“watch yer mouth.” aran, who’s sitting up front with you, says as he reaches down to pull his duffel bag into his lap. “that’s my goddaughter yer talkin’ about.”

“gonna keep bringin’ that up, huh?” atsumu grumbles, “the next one’s mine, count on it.”

“i don’t think that’s up to you.” suna yawns and stretches, squinting out the window at the rolling fields before him. he’d been asleep for most of the ride, head lolling with every bump and rattle of your car.

you switch off the ignition and rest your forearms on the wheel. the hum of the engine melts away to be replaced by the quiet chirps of birds and whispers of wind. your eyes follow the figure in the distance fondly, watching it move with purpose, weaving through the tall grass. 

Continuar lendo

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walking in on them slow dancing with your daughter

characters: miya atsumu, bokuto koutaro, sakusa kiyoomi, kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

eris’ notes: they’re all just so sweet i want to cry

warnings: none

MIYA ATSUMU

it’s late when you hear the music drifting down the hall. it doesn’t take much to realize it’s coming from your daughter’s room, the door half shut to seemingly block the light. you sigh, rolling your eyes and following the noise. you had sent your husband in to put your daughter to bed, not start playing music and doing god knows what. your mouth is halfway open to get onto atsumu for keeping your daughter up when you push on the door, only to snap shut the second you look in. your husband’s on his knees in front of your daughter, arms wrapped around her and her little one’s wrapped around her daddy’s neck. her eyes are closed, cheek smushed against atsumu’s shoulder as they shift around slowly. they’re dancing, to some song you halfway register from a children’s movie. a few shuffles later, atsumu is turned enough to see you, and he just smiles. you aren’t sure if it’s just the hallway light reflecting in his eyes or what, but you almost think you see tears on his lash line. you smile back, just watching, adoring, loving. it soon becomes a normal occurrence. and it becomes your nightly routine to watch.

BOKUTO KOUTARO

you get home from work, greeted by the sound of your daughter giggling somewhere off in the house. a grin stretches across your lips, because how could you not smile at a sound that beautiful? you follow it, until you stumble upon the scene. there, you find bokuto, shaking his finger at your daughter, who is standing up on the spinning desk chair in your home office so she can be eye level with her dad. “your hand goes here, madam,” bokuto corrects, and you have to cover your mouth to hide your own laugh. you watch as bokuto, still not noticing you, places one of his daughter’s hands on his shoulder and takes the other one in his own. “now, miss. one two three. one two three.” your daughter is still stuck giggling too much to do it properly, earning more fake chastisements from your husband. then, he spins her, the chair allowing her to stand in place without a need to worry about footwork. “a proper spin! why, i must say your dancing has improved exceedingly so.” he bows, and your daughter bows back. “thank you, sir. charmed.” it doesn’t fully make sense, but you’re sure they’ve heard it on a movie somewhere. koutaro notices you then, and his grin just gets wider. “are you here for dance lessons too?” and of course you say yes.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

your home is relatively quiet, something normal for a weekend plagued by thunderstorms. your husband had set his playlist for the house speaker a few hours earlier, so primarily soft music has been lullabying you through your day. it’s nearly lunch when you realize that yes, silence is normal in your household, but this much is not. so you go venturing for your other little occupants, finally curious to where they ran off too. peeking your head into the entryway of the kitchen, you spot them, and your heart swells. kiyoomi has both your daughter’s hands in his own, taking a step back and waiting for her to follow, a step to his left and a follow, a step forward and so on. all the while they’re just talking. your daughter, mostly. she’s telling him about some new friends she’s made at school, how they played all recess together. “is that so?” kiyoomi asks, that extra lace of enthusiasm he always holds while speaking to her. you lean against the doorframe, smiling as he catches your eye. his footwork falters and your daughter calls him out on it, pouting up at him. you can’t help but laugh as his ears tint red and a pout of his own appears. you have no choice but to kiss them both away.

KUROO TETSURO

it’s early, much earlier than you normally wake up, when you hear the familiar sound of kuroo’s failed hushed whispers sneaking down the hall. a tiny voice accompanies his, one you know to be your daughter’s. after about ten minutes of endless mental pep talks you manage to roll out of bed and inspect just what the suspicious murmuring is all about. you expect to find a mess, something destroyed, the house on fire, anything like that. what you don’t expect is the sight of your giant of a husband humming some song out of tune with your daughter standing on his feet, dancing in the living room at 6:24 in the morning. it’s nearly funny at first, the sight of tetsuro in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a worn out nekoma tank top slow dancing with your daughter, whose hair is quite literally sticking straight up. it’s cute, in a messy sort of way, and you grin sleepily as kuroo stumbles a bit, hardly catching himself and your daughter before they both erupt in a fit of laughter. they’re hardly even dancing, just barely swaying to the beat of kuroo’s hums, but to you it’s more beautiful than the most prestigious ballet. tetsuro knows you’re there, of course, and when your daughter decides she’s done dancing, he offers a hand out to you. “you can stand on my feet too. it’ll be just like our wedding night.” you smack his arm, but dance with him anyways.

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Mae Writes Another Self-Indulgent Fic

Bakugou x reader because I say so

Sneaking out with Katsuki Bakugou

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Anime: My Hero Academia Character(s): Katsuki Bakugou Legend (y/n = your name): gender neutral reader, quirk not mentioned Word Count: 1,4k Warnings: It's a Bakugou fic, so it's going to have cursing. Very self indulgent, allusion to mental health problems, not proofread well Notes: yeah i should be studying for AP exams but here we are. half the reason I haven't been writing is because my keyboard was cheap and every time i pressed a key a sharp jolt of pain would travel from my fingertip all the way to my wrist, so i had to get a new keyboard teehee~~~

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Oh how you love the night.

The smell, the silence, the colors, you love it all. You'd regularly go out at night to enjoy the peaceful feeling before going to sleep. It wasn't very hard to get out of the dorms undetected, you just needed to know the patterns and locations of the cameras. You had easily found that out in the first week of living with your classmates. Sometimes you would go into the forests and enjoy the starlight peeking through the canopy, other times you would go to the closed battle grounds where there are low surveillance and chill in the empty buildings. The only thing that never changed was that you were alone.

But one day that too changed.

You were about to take your normal route out of the dorms; you found out that the window over the kitchen not only wasn't alarmed, but it was in a blind spot for cameras and people looking out of the dorms, when you heard the elevator doors open. You instantly froze, crouching on the counter with your backpack dangling through the open window. Your heart stopped. Praying it wasn't Iida, you slowly brought your backpack in through the window. You watched their shadow come closer to you and you recognized the stance and build as Bakugou. Shit. He's probably going to yell at you for being up so late or something. Well, it wasn't like you couldn't bluff your way out of it, you had bs'd your way out of so many sticky situations before and you can do it again. Readying your story, you inhaled as he rounded the corner.

He was- fully dressed??? Wearing black pants and jacket to match, he looked ready for a night mission or something. It caught you so off guard that you ended up just staring at him.

"Hey idiot, get off the counter" he said pointedly and instantly you dropped down onto the floor. He raised his eyebrows at your obedience, usually you would just flip him off and continue doing whatever you were doing. "Are you sneaking out again?"

You blinked. How did he know? He usually went to sleep earlier than everyone else- he had to be bluffing. "What do you mean, again?" you challenged, snapping out of your stupor. "I should be asking you why you are awake, Sleeping Beauty."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to his other foot. "Don't play dumb. I see you leave every night. Now answer my question."

You paused, mind reeling trying to figure out how the hell he found out. You were sure that you were covered in all directions...

"You forgot to factor in people seeing you from above, idiot," he answered your question before you even got a chance to ask him.

Oh my god. How could you be so stupid? But- even so- someone would have to be either actively looking or incredibly observant could have picked you out against the dark lawn.

You waited for him to say something. Rule number one of getting caught: don't admit to anything that they don't have evidence of you doing.

"Don't just stand there, idiot. Are we going out or not?" Bakugou shifted his weight, seeming impatient. He- wants to come with?

"Uh- sure, I guess. But won't you get in trouble for sneaking out again?" you ask him, fidgeting with the straps on your bag. It held your earbuds, an energy drink, snacks, and some other random things.

"I could say the same thing to you" he replied, moving towards the window. He gracefully hopped up onto the counter and was out the window, not making a single sound. You follow him, a little weirded out that you're following him despite him wanting to come with you.

The two of you head out into the forest behind the dorms in silence. You take the lead, going to a secluded clearing in the forest. You didn't want to risk getting spotted at the battle grounds with Bakugou with you. He clearly wasn't familiar with the camera bot's patterns, as he got caught last time he snuck out. He's being strangely quiet, and you could've swore you felt his eyes on you more than once.

You finally found your favorite spot, a clearing that made it easy to see the stars and had plenty of soft grass. Sitting down, you motioned for Bakugou to join you. He's weirdly stiff as he sits down next to you.

"So... what do you usually do now?" he asked while you looked up at the stars. Thank goodness it was clear, or you wouldn't have know what to look at.

"Well, I start by waking up a little bit" you said as you extracted the energy drink from your bag.

He laughed. "I always wondered why you seemed to be so tired all the time in class- staying up late is so bad for you, especially if you want to become a hero. "

"Even heroes have their guilty pleasures. Mine is sneaking out to blow of some steam. Who knows, maybe I will become an exclusively after-dark hero," you muse, taking a sip from your energy drink. Peach mango, your favorite. You pass the can to Bakugou. After a moment's hesitation, he lifts the can to his lips and takes a sip.

You take a moment to look at the stars and wonder how you even got here. Here, in this moment, under the stars. Why are you here? You stare up at the universe and get lost in thought, forgetting that you had company until you felt the cold nudge of your energy drink can against your arm.

Bakugou is holding the can out to you, strangely somber. "Are you going to take it back, or what," he asks. You can't tell if he's teasing or not, so you just choose to take it as him being serious. You take the can.

"You ever wonder what got us here? Like here, right now. What circumstances led up to this moment?" you share your previous thoughts with the blonde, gazing up at the stars.

"Well," he says, "I really don't care how it happened, I'm just glad I'm here."

He stops, but you don't say anything. Sometimes after silences, the person you're talking too will share what they really mean.

"With all of the shit that has happened to us, to our class, I'm just surprised that you're here still-" he stops himself.

"What do you mean..." you probe, caught off guard.

"I mean, I-" he sighs. "I mean that I'm glad that you're still around, so we can do stupid shit like this. Sneaking out, joking in class, goofing off, you know. Normal teenager shit. You make me feel like despite everything, I'm allowed to live. I'm allowed to make mistakes, as long as I can brush myself off and stand back up. Standing back up is worth it when I know that you're standing up with us. With me." He takes a sip of the drink. You don't even remember passing it to him.

"I didn't know that I mattered that much. I thought I was just another classmate to you and everyone else. Just another name to surpass on the way to the top." You respond, taking the can back.

He turns to you and you look over at him lazily, tilting your head. He's searching your eyes for the true meaning behind your words, the true intentions between your actions. You're not easy to read, and you pride yourself in that. You stare back apathetically.

"Am I supposed to laugh at that?" he eventually responds. "Y/n, you matter to me. To everyone. Don't think we haven't noticed how you've been lately."

"I didn't come out here to get into my personal life," you scoff and turn back to the stars. You're scared that if you look at him one more time you'll start to cry. You are so glad that someone sees you, anybody sees your struggle to stay afloat.

"Y/n. Look at me."

Ah, isn't the big dipper prominent today? There's Polaris, and there is-

"Y/n. I don't like to repeat myself," He reaches out and turns your head towards him.

You can't seem to say anything, but tears well up in your eyes. You've been trying so hard, and nothing seems to change. You're still just- you.

"C'mere. Don't cry." He pulls you into a hug. "I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep."

You hug him back, crying into his jacket. "I'm trying, I promise-"

"I know, y/n. I know."

[moon-incarnation]

♡   —   pairing: todoroki x reader

♡   —   summary: Being disappointed wasn’t the reaction a spouse was supposed to have after learning of their husband’s fidelity, you think. But how could you not?

♡   —   tags/warnings: gn reader + no pronouns, pro hero todoroki shouto, established relationship, angst, feels, failing relationships, insecurity, mentions of cheating, no part 2 we cry like men

♡   —   a/n: this was a commission i wrote for my lovely lovely lovely friend @requindeterre <3 it was inspired by "december baby" by ingrid michaelson

♡   —  masterlist

Half of your bed is empty, the sheets cold and perfectly placed, and you wonder if they’ve even felt human warmth in the last few weeks. You aren’t sure of how many hours have passed since you turned off the lights and laid on your side, unable to sleep. Trying your best to get your mind off of it, you do your best to focus on your phone and keep on scrolling down Twitter.

You stumble across a gossip article about the latest divorce in the hero community. Even if you’ve known about it for a while, you click on Midoriya’s face. It doesn’t take long until a video pops up and you see your husband’s best friend evidently uncomfortable as the reporter keeps asking questions about his recent and, unfortunately, very public breakup.

No matter how much he insists it’s a personal issue and that it doesn’t impact his performance as a hero, the reporter fires question after question, each one of them more distasteful than the previous one. You understand how this type of news works, yet you can’t help but feel disgusted when Midoriya is asked how long ago had he and his ex-wife stopped sleeping together in the same bed.

Nobody should be asked such a private question. But, at the same time, no married person should sleep every night on an empty bed.

You do your best not to look to your side.

If you pay attention, you can find traces of your husband around your house. In the slowly emptying cereal box, a used cup in the dishwasher, a new toothpaste in the bathroom after you had been squeezing the last of the old tube for days. The ghost of your husband is ever-present in your house and, at times, you wish it wasn’t. The man you had married not too long ago had slipped through your fingers at some point and left you with nothing but the memory of his scent and the feeling of his calloused fingers on your cheeks.

The idea of an affaire has crossed your mind before. You thought a quick look through your shared bank account would be enough. A night at a hotel, a meal at a fancy dinner, maybe even a lingerie shop. However, there was nothing out of the blue. That was when you decided to keep track of every night he said he was going to be late. If he said he was attending an event, there would be photos to back him up. If he said there was an emergency fight with a villain, of course, you would read all about it on the next morning’s paper.

Being disappointed wasn’t the reaction a spouse was supposed to have after learning of their husband’s fidelity, you think. But how could you not? Even if your heart would shatter into a million pieces, you would at least understand the reason behind his detachment and lack of presence in the place you agreed to build a home in. Instead, now you were left to sleep on an empty bed, your heart slowly wilting as you irrevocably reaches the only explanation.

He doesn’t love you anymore.

The sound of keys jolts you awake from your thoughts. The door of your apartment opens and you recognize the pace of your husband’s steps as he walks inside and heads to the kitchen. He turns the lights on and the sound of him opening cabinets makes you smile. After weeks of him only coming home when you were asleep and leaving before you woke up, there was nothing else you wanted but to spend a night with him.

He’s here, you think. He’s here and that’s all that matters.

You sit up on the bed, fully intending to go meet him in the kitchen, yet you stop before your feet touch the floor. Would it be too much? Your legs turn heavy as you think of the possible scenarios in front of you. What if the reason he was home was that he was sure you were asleep, and now you had ruined it?

No. You won’t give these thoughts the time of day. You take a deep breath, trying to stop the accumulating worst-case scenarios your brain keeps feeding you. It’s not that deep, you tell yourself. If anything, isn’t it good he’s here now? That you finally get your husband for the night?

The kitchen lights go out and Shouto emerges from inside, finally getting you out of your own head. You watch him walk across the dimmed lighted corridor and then enter your shared bedroom holding a glass of water. The moment he notices you, his eyes widen.

“You’re awake.”

You nod. “How was work today?”

He shrugs and leaves the glass on his nightstand. Then, he turns on his heel and heads to the bathroom. It’s not until you listen to the shower that you realize that he didn’t mean to follow up on his answer. You take your phone and realize it’s a few minutes past two in the morning, yet your body is nothing close to being tired. If anything, a bolt of electricity is running across your bloodstream, begging you to do something, anything, but for the love of God, move.

The bathroom door opens again and you’re still sitting. Wearing his pyjamas, Shouto walks towards the bed and sits on the edge, his back turned to you. He drinks what’s left on the glass in one go and lets out a sigh. He doesn’t spare a glance at you before he slides himself between the sheets and turns his body away from you.

“Good night.”

You don’t move as your bedroom fills with the noise of Shouto’s soft breathing. You watch intently as the movement of his ribs slow down― it doesn’t take long before he is completely asleep. Turning your head to the side, your eyes set on the open door. There’s nothing you can do now to avoid the feeling of your heart ripping to shreds. Before you can stop it, a tear rolls down your cheek, followed by another, and another.

You realize the paint on the door frame is chipping.

…

When you wake up, Shouto is gone.

But it doesn’t matter, not really, because only a few hours later, you get a call from his secretary at the agency. There is a fundraiser gala and your husband is expected to make an appearance― and, of course, there is a reserved spot for his spouse as well.

Not needing to be asked twice, you spend the rest of your day visiting stores and trying out clothes that will make a good impression. You can’t help a small part of yourself favour colours and fabrics you think Shouto will like. While you’ve never been one to care for brands, you set your eyes only to the latest releases of known designers. Only the best, you say to yourself as you hand out your credit card to the cashier. Only the best.

But then, fifteen minutes pass since you entered Shouto’s car and he hasn’t said anything about your clothes. He has his eyes set on the window, completely in silence as he watches the snow slowly fall to the ground. He’s wearing a black suit with a navy blue shirt and, if it were any other time, you wouldn't have waited any time in mentioning how good he looked.

Now, you don’t want to know how bad it would feel if he fell silent after your compliment.

“Driving with all this snow it’s the worst, right?” you say, looking at your driver.

“Ah, it’s not that bad. You get used to it when you live in a city like this,” he replies, his gentle eyes looking back at you from the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, I can imagine.” You turn your head to Shouto, giving him the chance to join your small talk. You can’t say you’re surprised when he stays silent, eyes staring idly at the road. Sighing, you take your phone out of your purse and unlock it.

Shouto doesn’t say a word until you arrive at the gala, which amounts to forty minutes of the most dreadful silence. Was the driver judging you and your marriage in silence? That’s the last thing you want to think about. Once the car is parkers and the engine is off, you unlock your door. Before you can open it, your husband sets a hand on your shoulder, stopping you.

“Aren’t you going to be cold like this?”

You blink, confused. Then, he lowers his eyes and you realize he’s looking at your clothes. The hope of him being so busy he didn’t notice them completely vanish, yet now you hold onto the worry of your well-being in his words.

“It’s okay,” you assure him with a small smile. “We’ll be inside in no time.”

The gala is to help the poor, or the hungry, or the homeless― you aren’t sure. And evidently, no one knows either, because all they can talk about is the latest gossip about Pro Hero Deku and his nasty divorce. Sentences starting with ‘I heard that…’ end up in either unfounded rumours about infidelity or harmful allegations about domestic violence.

You find yourself sitting at a table next to Shouto, away from the majority of the guests, who are either dancing or jumping from table to table, engaging in conversations full of loud laughter and champagne glasses. Neither of you has acknowledged each other since you arrived, only greeting Shouto’s coworkers and partners when they walk by.

“I would hate to be in this situation,” Shouto’s suddenly says. You turn your head to him, surprised he’s the one starting a conversation. “Look at him.”

You follow his gaze until you notice Midoriya, who is awkwardly sitting a few tables away from you. By the uncomfortable grimace on his face, you can tell he’s well aware of what everyone is talking about.

“I don’t know if I could just sit in silence while everyone makes up their own reasoning behind my failing marriage,” he sighs and takes a sip of his drink. “I would do anything not to be in his position right now.”

Your heart clenches painfully inside your chest as you watch him put his drink back on the table. No, your eyes can’t begin watering now, not in public and, most of all, not in front of him. You take a deep breath through your nose and slowly exhale through your mouth, trying to calm yourself down.

You should just stay in silence. Hum in agreement and go back to not talking to each other until he says it’s time to go. Maybe head to the bar and ask for a glass of whiskey so you can get rid of the sour taste in your mouth.

However, words fall from your lips before you can stop them.

“What do you mean by that?”

Shouto finally turns his head to you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion.

“Hm?”

“You said you would do anything not to be in Midoriya’s position. To avoid having your ‘failing marriage’ talked about and discussed everywhere you went. So, tell me, what would you be willing to do to avoid it?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s a matter of speech.”

“You would pretend, right?” you say, your lips forming a tight line. “You would pretend everything is fine so people don’t have anything to talk about. Am I correct, Shouto?” His silence confirms your suspicion and you feel your stomach drop. A nervous laugh escapes your lips. “Oh God, you really would, huh?”

“I didn’t―”

“Isn’t that what your dad did, though? Pretend?”

“I don’t want to talk about Endeavor here.” It’s amazing how Shouto’s entire posture changes once his father is mentioned. He takes another sip of his drink with a disgusted grimace on his face. His voice is icy but firm, letting you know how serious he is. “I would never pretend I’m not abusing someone. Stop. Please.”

Once again, he’s staring idly at the crowd. You imitate him and watch in silence as people walk across the venue, laughing and talking without a care in the world. After all, they don’t know if this gala benefits the poor, the hungry or the homeless― but neither do you.

You put your hand over his own and he takes it. His eyes never meet yours.

…

Shouto is tired. Tired of galas and fundraisers and events he knows are more of a socialité task than a genuine desire to help other people. Yet he’s told by Midoriya and Bakugou he has to attend because it makes regular people donate to the cause. Seeing someone you admire do good deeds makes you want to be good yourself, Midoriya insisted, and even if Shouto doesn’t fully believe that, he obliges.

But tonight isn’t about yet another event he has to dress up to the nines for. Tonight is a small dinner at his sister’s house and, for once, he’s thankful he gets to wear one of his favourite sweaters instead of an uncomfortable suit. You must be tired as well, he thinks, of all the lights and the tiny meals at the gala that leave you hungry enough for you to order take out the minute you get home. Those events were never your scene and that’s one of the reasons he loves you― it’s not his scene either.

You work together quite well. While you enjoy your time together, you don’t have a problem when you have to be by yourself for a while. Which is great when it comes to his hero work. This year, especially, has been filled with piles of documentation, villains' surprise attacks and empty events. He’s become nothing but an automated being that goes to work, goes to sleep and goes to work and then -you guessed it- goes to sleep.

He’s thankful he has you. He doesn’t have to remind you how much he truly cares for you― you already know that. And because of it, he can put all his focus on his work without feeling he also needs to take care of something else.

But this dinner is a good thing. Because you’ll get to relax in a more comfortable environment and he’ll get to see his siblings after a long while of not hearing anything about them. Which is, once again, mainly his fault. He doesn’t remember when is the last time he has checked his personal phone.

He texted you yesterday morning, informing you of the dinner but you haven’t replied yet. Nothing he has to worry about, thankfully, both of you have taken even longer to reply before. However, if you want to make it in time, you should be leaving in a couple of hours, and you’re still nowhere to be seen. He came home straight from work, had a quick shower and even now that he’s taking his time as he eats some leftovers, he hasn’t heard from you yet.

“Did you get my text about the dinner?”

The message is sent, but still, no answer. He dials your number and it goes straight to voicemail. How on Earth are you receiving his messages but not his calls?

Still, shouldn’t be too long before you come home. He can start getting ready until then. He puts the now empty tupperware inside the dishwasher and heads to your shared bedroom to get dressed.

When he opens the closet, it’s half empty. His clothes are there, and he can see the white sweater he was going to wear, but nothing is hanging on your side anymore. He opens the top drawer. Empty. The second one. Empty.

Were you going to redecorate the closet? Why didn’t you tell him to take his clothes off as well?

He puts on his sweater and a pair of dark jeans. He calls you once more, but he keeps getting automatically sent to voicemail, just like before. Shouto restarts his phone and walks to the bathroom to see if he has a better signal there.

As he waits for his phone to load, he notices it.

The blue glass with only one toothbrush.

His phone chimes once it’s on and he goes to your text history. He sees the last couple of texts he sent you about the dinner, but the more he scrolls up, he notices you haven’t texted him in days. In fact, your last message was dated a week ago, and you were asking him if he was going to be home late, or if you should wait up for him.

He hadn’t replied.

Shouto runs back to your bedroom and starts opening every drawer on your vanity. Everything is gone, your makeup, your perfumes, you didn’t leave anything behind. The books that were set on your nightstand aren’t there anymore, and he wonders just when did you leave. Was it today while he was at work? Had it been two or three days ago?

No, he shakes his head. He would have known if it was a few days ago. Of course, he would have noticed. Yes, he did come home late yesterday, but that doesn’t mean― When he laid in bed the night before, you―

You were there. Right?

… Right?

Were you there last night?

His breathing becomes more erratic by the minute. He runs to the kitchen and realizes your favourite cup is gone. The plant you liked to take care of is no longer by the window, and fuck― did he truly didn’t notice your shoes weren’t by the entrance? In a frenzy, he comes back to the bedroom and opens the drawer of your nightstand, which, unlike the others, isn’t empty.

Your framed wedding photo is there.

Shouto doesn’t recall the moment he fell to the floor. All he knows is his hands that are holding the photo frame are shaking and his back is against the bed. Tears fall over the memory of your bright and happy smile he’s not sure he’ll get to see again.

You’re gone.

You’re truly gone.

His lips are parted, gasping for air as his whole body starts to crumble as it feels your loss. It feels as if someone has ripped something from his chest, and now he’s left to gather his own remains. It hurts, it physically hurts-- each breath he takes scraped his throat that keeps getting thinner and thinner.

What is he going to do now? What is he supposed to do? He looks around the bedroom as if searching for answers and his eyes land on the door frame.

The painting is chipped.

[moon-incarnation]

kiss, marry or kill

“your s/o, your girl best friend, and someone hot you work with (can also be celebrity crush)”

in celebration of my birthday 🤩‼️ (again 💀)

character(s): bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

PART TWO

LEGEND: [Y/N = YOUR NAME, L/N = LAST NAME] you/your pronouns, but only shouto refers to you as his girl best friend, quirk’s not mentioned.

WARNING(S): profanity, a death threat in bakugou’s 💀

note(s): basically— this question has ruined a lot of relationships. so if you were asked this, the person asking is either testing your s/o, or they hate your relationship /hj 🗿 this has been an idea of mine for a while. i saw a tiktok on how somebody’s boyfriend said he’d kill his hot co-worker, kiss his GIRLFRIEND, and marry his girl best friend… like?? hello wtf (there aren’t much nuances, and i changed up who asked the question obviously💀 some are friends with the character, and some aren’t— if that makes sense. also i made things pg in comparison to the tiktok i referenced)

»»————-　♡　————-««

bakugou katsuki

is so fucking insulted, you don’t even know.

↛ like?? why would anyone ask bakugou katsuki this question 😭 out of all things they could’ve asked him… even though katsuki knows better to not answer— because not answering is the only right answer in this situation, he found it incredibly insulting that mineta asked him that in front of you, and thought that he’d pick anyone other than you— in the kiss, and marry part.

↛ so of course he’s going to answer— just not in the way mineta thinks.

“oh bakugou! looks like it’s your turn!” kirishima exclaims, as a result of the bottle pointing at the explosion quirk user.

katsuki only scoffs, and a scowl forms on his face from just imagining his own participation “i am not playing this shitty game.”

“oh, but bakugou—” mineta calls out, “this question is very simple! answering it is as easy as pie!”

his friends around him eye their (not single) hot headed friend nervously “fuck no, i ain’t answering anything from you—”

but mineta asks anyway, “kiss, marry, or kill— your s/o, your girl best friend, or someone hot you work with? if you don’t have someone hot you work with, that’s fine! celebrity crush works too.”

katsuki takes a long look at you. even though you’re giving him a smile (that he ever so loves to see) which signifies support and reassurance, he can tell— just by the fiddle of your hands, and with the sudden aversion of your gaze, that you’re anticipating an answer.

you trust him, but you’re also curious with what he has to say, and how he’ll outsmart the question. (because it’s not like your relationship with him will end, if he answers incorrectly. but if he does though you doubt it you admit that it’d really painful on your heart)

“kiss Y/N,”

“ooo!” mineta exclaims in fascination, the corners of his lips tugging into an interested grin— that’s definitely not innocent. “that’s so bold of you, bakugou!”

“marry Y/N,”

“wait— that’s not how it works—”

“and kill you.” he says with such snark in his tone, it causes all of their friends in the circle to go dead silent. “what kind of fucking question is that? you wanna die tonight— huh?! is that what’re fuckin’ asking—”

mineta stammers, the concept of his body being found in a ditch and covered in char from the explosions of your boyfriend’s possibility is suddenly increasing by the second— and it makes him tremble in fear. “b—bakugou, it was j-just a question—”

“a stupid one, you dumb fuck!” the pop of explosions against his palm, and bakugou’s sudden approach causes mineta to tremble even harder. “ain’t my answer obvious??—”

“somebody stop him!”

“mineta,” kaminari whines, “why’d you even ask bakugou that?— he’s happily in a relationship!”

“—remember my answer the next time you try your bullshit with me, you dumb bitch!”

todoroki shouto

is confused with the question— because you are all of those three to him.

↛ this isn’t even shouto’s way of evading the question— in fact, he’s not even evading it. shouto just genuinely thinks that you’re all of those things to him. you’re his lover, girl best friend, and someone hot he works with— that’s all, really. his genuine confusion and answers eventually tires out whoever’s asking him this thing— and he’s even more so confused when people try to tell him who’s who in his life. but like bakugou, shouto’s incredibly insulted— when he (eventually) connects the dots, and sees what they’re trying to do with him. he’ll make a sour face and everything once it hits him.

↛ he’s going to answer genuinely, but not in a way that’s going to hurt you. anyway, you have a lot of trust in him.

“todoroki! looks like the bottle landed on you.”

“i still don’t get the mechanics of the game..” he whispers to you in slight panic, but you only give him a thumbs up.

“just answer truthfully,” you say, as you reach down to rub your thumb against the back of his hand, “you got this,”

“anyhow! the burning question— no pun intended,” the girl suddenly says, purposefully choosing to ignore shouto’s interaction with you. “kiss, marry, or kill— your significant other, your girl best friend, or someone hot you work with? celebrity crush works as a nice substitute.”

the room suddenly goes uncomfortably still, and shouto looks at you in question, with a slight panic in his eyes— but not in the way you think. “do i— do i have to do all of this? like.. with actions?”

“no, shouto. none of it is literal,” you reassure with a nervous smile. you keep in mind that he’s not actually going to do all of this— but still, you hope that his honesty won’t hurt you, or your relationship with shouto. “again, just be honest.”

the corners of his lips are pulled down into a slight frown, “i— i don’t understand..”

“Y/N is my significant other, best friend, and someone hot i work with.. how will i answer this..?”

the girl (with a name he doesn’t know of) that’s asking blinks— slightly annoyed that he didn’t answer in an interesting, and desirable way. “no, todoroki. they’re different people! you can’t choose the same person. isn’t yaoyorozu your girl best friend?”

yaoyorozu whips her head around, “do not pull me into this. we are friends, but not in such a misleading way.”

midoriya looks at the encounter nervously, “i think.. if todoroki-san thinks L/N is all of those things— which, i don’t doubt.. then L/N is that person!”

you silently appreciate yaoyorozu’s interference, and midoriya’s answer. thank goodness he’s such a sweetheart.

“i still stand by what i said,” todoroki says firmly, “i will never be killing Y/N, but i will kiss and marry—”

“again, that’s not how it works—”

“my answer hasn’t changed.”

bakugou gives the person a side eye, “just fucking drop it, holy fuck.”

the girl ended up not getting a definitive answer, much to her dismay. but when shouto found out about the question’s true meaning— he’s insulted.

and he makes sure it’s known very well.

midoriya izuku

knows what the question means— he’s insulted, but he’ll respectfully answer.

↛ the question naturally weirds izuku out— and izuku doesn’t fail to notice how the person asking this question in the first place, has been way too close for comfort. but of course, izuku wouldn’t be himself, if he didn’t give the benefit of the doubt to people— even when they didn’t deserve it. but fear not, it doesn’t take long for izuku to recognize what the question was trying to achieve, and when he notices it— he’s even more insulted than you, honestly. (which says a lot)

↛ izuku contemplates for a bit if he should answer, but he eventually concludes that he should set his foot down, in respect of your relationship with him. but he hates lashing out on people, so he’ll respectfully do it.

izuku didn’t really plan on being a part of this game.

but here he is, sitting beside you in your circle of friends (minus this one person, sora— who is a middle school friend of kaminari’s) with the tip of the bottle pointing at him directly, signifying that it’s his turn to answer.

“alright, dude!” kaminari’s friend smiles with warmth izuku isn’t exactly sure about, “you in a relationship?”

after the question left his mouth, izuku’s cheeks turn into a crimson red, “yes. yes, i am.”

izuku reaches for your hand, signifying that it’s you he’s dating.

“hm, okay. cute!” sora gives a cursory look over you, but acknowledges your relationship nonetheless. “i wonder if you’ll still say the same thing after this question though..”

“huh— why?”

“well— kiss, marry, or kill— your significant other,” sora points at you, “your girl best friend, or someone hot you work with? your celebrity crush can be used as a substitute.”

izuku’s fingers fold into a hold, as his hand grabs onto yours for support and reassurance.

“that’s a really bad question,” izuku says, like it’s a matter of fact, “one— i’m in a relationship, so i’m going to kiss and marry Y/N. i don’t know what kind of answer you were looking for, but i’m sorry— you won’t be getting it from me.”

the room goes quiet for a second, and izuku realizes that all eyes are practically on him at the moment— which, he doesn’t mind, but he should conclude his answer.

“oh uh— i know you mean well though! it’s just a silly party question, i know but.. i’m setting my foot down for my relationship. that’s my answer.” he fumbles with your finger tips, “i’m sorry if i made things weird.”

you blink, unable to find the right words to express how you feel— proud, amazement, every single synonym to those words? none of them seem right.

but either way, you’re pleased with his answer.

“oh, no— i’m sorry,” sora sheepishly apologizes, “i didn’t mean to overstep. i was just asking because i saw someone else ask the same question to another person and—”

“you knew damn well what you were doin’—”

“kaachan,” izuku firmly warns, “it’s alright. it’s just a silly party question.”

“midoriya, you’re such a green flag— you don’t even know it..”

shinsou hitoshi

insulted and offended (4) but manages to hide it well. he decided to mess with the person asking’s head though.

↛ growing up to be somewhat in the background, without much attention, and with people cautious of him due to his quirk— allowed him to gain the ability of reading the room, and detecting people’s intentions with him. so, hitoshi immediately knew what monoma was getting at, when he asked him the question. people would think that monoma would be cool with you— because he’s friends with your boyfriend, but nope. monoma’s his friend and all, but there are times where he needs, and wants to defend your honor.

↛ similarly to bakugou, and midoriya— hitoshi knows well not to answer but y’know.. he just wants to make this a little fun, just to prove to monoma that he cannot ask questions with hidden motives, no matter how much he dislikes you.

hitoshi tries his best to conceal his annoyance, as his friend— monoma, asks him probably the dumbest question he has ever asked to this day.

but it must’ve been obvious, as monoma slaps a hand against his back, “c’mon! i know you have an answer! i know how much you like—”

“not just like,” hitoshi reminds,

“right.. i know how much you love Y/N and all, but you have to have a different answer, right, right?!” monoma asks enthusiastically with a nudge of a shoulder

“so, what will it be? you can swap the last part with your celebrity crush, if it works better for you. your answer will stay with me!”

“as if,” hitoshi rolls his eyes. the insomniac was originally, just going to change the topic, but he suddenly thought of an idea— to mess with his brain a little bit, even without his quirk.

“kiss and marry Y/N.” hitoshi simply says, “i don’t have a girl best friend, a celebrity crush, or someone i work with that i find hot.”

“boo! boring, that’s not how it works—”

“but y’know,” hitoshi gives monoma a side eye, “do you have a significant other?”

“shinsou—”

“no. no, you do not.” hitoshi cuts him off, “do you have a girl best friend? no— you also do not have one. and wouldn’t it be nice if you found someone you work with hot?”

“shinsou, the question— i don’t know—”

“exactly. and i bet you don’t have a celebrity crush i know of?”

“so what do you have?” shinsou deadpans, looking at the blond for an answer

monoma laughs nervously, “shinsou—”

shinsou smirks, “no bitches.” shinsou says with so much certainty, it has monoma stuttering, and grasping for an answer.

and that’s when you walk into the room, “hey hitoshi— and company. what’s up?”

and with that, monoma gets up and walks away.

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[moon-incarnation]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever. (Bakugou x Reader)

masterlist | ao3

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Bakugou, blessed with immortality, meets the love of his life across all of their lifetimes. 

“Reincarnation is real. Even now, in what should be his fourth or fifth lifetime, Bakugou will tell you that it exists. He’s not sure which religion is right, which one wins at the end, whose god is real. But he knows that when we die, we don’t just vanish. We remain, somewhere, until it’s time for us to return to where we came from in new flesh and blood.”

Content Warnings: reader death (nothing graphic but this is a fic about reincarnation), rumination, loss of virginity, slight smut, slight cheating, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, hurt / comfort, pining bakugou, completely sfw big brother bakugou (in a VERY non-sexual way), child death (again, nothing graphic, but just in case), needles (an IV), afab reader.

Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: Thank you to @mikaaberry​ and @suyasgf​ for beta-reading this!! If you want two songs that set the tone for this fic, listen to in case you don’t live forever by ben platt and stuff we did from up!! I wanted to write a fic about Bakugou experiencing the different types of love, so here this is!!! Also…. I’ve been writing a lot of angst lately… sorry… 

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[moon-incarnation]

Yandere! Class 1-A X Reader: Let the Purge Begin~

(Description: Hi, everyone! First and foremost, the original idea of this story came from the wonderful mind of @yanderemommabean of Tumblr. She is a fantastic writer of mainly [N]SFW yandere short stories, headcanons, and more for multiple different fandoms, and has a bunch of her own OCs as well. I am an avid lurker of her account, and one of my favorite works of hers is the Class 1-A Yandere Purge scenario. I re-read it all the time, and was so inspired by her story that I wanted to input my own version of a sort of sequel to it to add on to her idea. This work has every student of Class 1-A EXCEPT Minoru Mineta [his place has been swapped out in favor of a special someone else] cause like HELL I’m letting loose a yandere Mineta on poor (Y/N).

The production and posting of this story has been approved by @yanderemommabean herself.

Thank you for reading, and good luck against 20 yanderes all thirsting after you!)

Fanfiction Lingo

(Y/N) - Your Name

(L/N) - Last Name

(N/N) - Nickname

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“Normal speech.”

‘Inner thoughts.’

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[This work is dedicated to @yanderemommabean herself! To me, she is one of the best writers on Tumblr and has given me so much inspiration over the last year as a writer. I wanted to celebrate her and thank her for all she’s done! Momma, if you’re reading this, you are so talented and so generous to all of your followers. Thank you for all you do for your community. Your stories always put me in a good mood, especially your Purge & multiple yandere characters stories (if you couldn’t tell from this work LOL). Anyways, thank you again, and I hope you like my continuation to your original piece!]

Original Story/Part 1 of the Story Link: https://yanderemommabean.tumblr.com/post/185626837613/ua-infected-with-the-virus-during-purge-hours

Reader Gender: Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Style of Story: Sequel Oneshot // This story is a continuation of Momma’s yandere Class 1-A Purge short story. We are picking up where she left off, so go read the first part before this to get a sense of what is happening or you might be confused; Yandere Purge! If you don’t know what that is, again, go look at @yanderemommabean’s original works of it on her page, all is explained there; All 20 of Class 1-A’s students [All of which are aged up to third years & everyone is 18 or older // I AM WRITING THEM AS IF THEY ARE IN CLASS 3-A NOW FYI!] are in love with you~

Word Count: 15.5K

WARNING(s): Cursing from multiple different characters, including (Y/N); Bakugou’s insulting nicknames for his classmates; Fighting and threats (threats aren’t made at (Y/N), nor are they hurt); Emotional manipulation done to and around (Y/N) mostly by the Bakusquad [it doesn’t last long and (Y/N) doesn’t fall for it for too long, BUT PLEASE BE AWARE OF THIS IF IT IS TRIGGERING TO YOU!!!]; Yandere themes, so if you aren’t okay with obsessive/possessive/psychotic natures please don’t read!

[PLEASE NOTE: I DO NOT SUPPORT YANDERE TENDENCIES IN REAL LIFE!!! Do not confuse me writing this subject as encouraging it, there is a difference from reading/writing yandere stories V.S real life situations. Please, if someone in your life is behaving like a character(s) in this story (i.e. obsessive, possessive, controlling, abusive, psychotic, sociopathic, LIKE A WACKADOO, etc.) get immediate help! That behavior in the real world is not romantic, sweet, or NORMAL! Stay aware, stay safe.]

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“Playtime’s over, (Y/N). Hide and seek is for kids.”

You grit your teeth in a mix of fear and frustration as you read the text sent by your dear friend, Deku. You knew the ring from his previous call and this message had definitely given away your whereabouts to your nearby stalkers, but that was exactly what he wanted. Silencing your phone and shoving it deep in your pocket, you acted quickly through your anxiety, the desperation of not wanting to become someone's pet fueled your will to push through the panic.

After triple-checking the door was locked, you glanced around the room until you found what you were looking for; a heavy piece of furniture. It was close to the storage room’s entry, solid wood, no doubt stuffed to the brim with costumes or props; it was the perfect barricade to give you enough time to escape the three powerful students. You shoved your back against the large dresser and pushed it with all your strength, feeling the wooden legs of the dresser groan as the piece crawled across the concrete floor. You continued to force the dresser in front of the door, pushing even harder when you heard the sound of multiple rushing footsteps and excited laughter in the hallway on the other side.

Just as the dresser was firmly pressed in front of the push-to-open door, you felt a harsh THUD strike the entrance but be softened by the sturdiness of the barricade. You panted for air, but soon heard labored breaths that were not your own coming from behind the door. No doubt they were from the insane predators you feared to call your “classmates” hunting you.

“(Y/N)~,” a voice purred behind the door, its gravely tone indicating to you that this was none other than the egomaniac, Katsuki Bakugou, “open the door, firecracker.”

“We’re not at all mad at you for running from us! Not at all! We just want to see your gorgeous face, dear.” Momo’s sickeningly sweet voice chirped, being the equally nerve-wracking calm to Bakugou’s storm.

“Yaoyorozu's right, darling, let us take care of you. You know none of those idiots ever could; they just don’t understand your needs like we do,” the normally soft-spoken Todoroki, now emboldened due to the obsessive virus swimming in his system, chimed in, “So, love...Open. The. Door.” he demanded with a firm pound of his fist on the door. Choosing not to respond to their persuasive pleas, you busied yourself with searching the cramped storage room for any possible exits.

As time went on, their voices grew louder, their words more desperate, their punches to the door grew to be slamming their whole weight against it in attempts to obtain their prey, scaring you to look harder for a way out of this death trap. Luckily for you, a strip of light glared against the wall behind you, a glow that guided you to another door. Where it led, you had no idea, but it had to be better than being a terrified mouse cornered by infatuated cats. Right?

You looked back at the barricaded door, still holding strong against the attacks of your three love-drunk peers, and shakily said, “You guys aren’t thinking straight. You can’t be. Logically, there’s no way this many of you want me! So...take some time away from me to think and just…leave me alone!” you opened the door and slammed it shut behind you.

As you locked the new door behind you with a hesitant sigh of relief, you heard Bakugou’s muffled voice yell, “Goddamnit! Get back here, (Y/N)! Ugh, fuck it! Move it, LOSERS!” The pounding on the door stopped for a brief moment, only to make way for a deafening BOOM that shook the floor and scared a yelp out of you.

‘Shit, Bakugou’s using his quirk! Gotta get out of here NOW!’ your mind raced for you to look for another hiding spot. You jogged away from the storage room and, after taking a moment to let your eyes adjust to the well-lit space, finally got a good look at where you were now.

Observing the unusually bright lights shining above, the expensive and luxurious-looking black curtains draped around the wide stage, and the shadowed rows of seats beyond the platform you stood on; you realized you were standing in the middle of the stage in UA’s auditorium. The ever-increasing danger of Bakugou’s blasts and threats became muffled as you instead focused on the way your footsteps bounced around the walls of the seemingly empty facility. Walking down center stage to the edge of the platform, placing your hands on the protective railing, and squinting into the audience, you noted two large exits on the farthest wall from where you stood. You smiled out a small huff of satisfaction, time to go find a new hiding spot for the rest of the Purge. You whirled around to run down the stage’s stairs into the audience and out one of the exits.

You never got that far, as every luminescent light pointing towards the stage suddenly shut off; leaving you completely defenseless in the dark.

A screech of fear escaped your lungs at the unexpected loss of your sight, eyes and mind flustered with change in terrain. You frantically looked around, cursing to yourself, “Shit! Did Denki’s quirk kill the lights in here too?!”

Not expecting an answer, your heart leapt in your throat as you heard a deep voice laugh from in the audience to answer your rhetorical question, “No, it wasn’t that buzzkill this time, little dove~.”

Before you could retort with your own snarky comment about the cheesy pet name your unwanted audience chose, a powerful spotlight from the booth above the audience kicked on and draped you in a white glow. Effectively blind, you covered your eyes with your hands and let out a groan of pain from the overstimulation of your sense of sight. Your brain was discombobulated and wanted nothing more than to stick your head in sand and wake up from this nightmare.

You wobbled on your feet and gently rubbed your eyes, trying to soothe them enough to work properly, as you shouted to where you thought the audience was, “Well, Mr. I-Answer-To-Rhetorical-Questions, who am I even talking to, huh?!”

You stopped moving and listened carefully to the stillness in the air, wondering why everything went quiet, until another startled scream was torn out from you as you felt something brush your right hip. It wasn’t a hand or anything remotely physical, rather it felt like the air took the shape of a large hand and caressed your side. You staggered back away from the spot you were grazed in, hearing a joyful giggle sound a few feet ahead of you. It wasn’t the same voice you heard from the audience. Your mind galloped to connect the dots as to who, or what, this could be, until it finally clicked.

‘Dove. Not physically there, but can manipulate its shape to move the environment and act as though it were. Two voices, one person.’

It’s fucking Tokoyami and Dark Shadow.

“Is that you, Tokoyami? Was that Dark Shadow that just touched me?” you asked. Judging by the silence that followed after your question, you guessed your assumption was right.

“Come on, Tokoyami, this isn’t funny anymore. It really never was,” you mumbled. You stopped pacing around to take a breath, your vision cleared, “Look, it’s unsafe for us to be out in the open like this. Especially tonight of all nights. There are love crazed maniacs running all around the school; some of them are even our own classmates! Let’s stop messing around and help each other find a safe place to hide for the rest of the Purge, okay?” you tried to reason with him. You knew that Tokoyami was most likely infected with the virus based on how sweetly he purred his words, plus how unlike-himself he and Dark Shadow acted, but you figured dealing with one yandere one-on-one was better than constantly running away from the multiple already pursuing you.

Tokoyami couldn’t respond before multiple pairs of hands grabbed your waist and yanked you into a strong chest. A large, rough hand stifled your cry, as your captor breathed his own husky chuckle near your ear. You recognized the many hands tightly gripping your waist, “He’s not the only one here to protect you, (Y/N)~.” You threw your head back to meet the pink-tinted irises of a yandere Shoji.

You took deep breaths to calm your racing heart and shoved his hand off your mouth, “Would you two stop with the surprise touching–,” but the words died in your throat as Shoji bent his knees, hooked his webbed arms securely around your body, and scooped you up. You tried to protest, scared for your safety and that carrying you would hurt him, but he remained unfazed and casually walked you two over to the spotlight at center stage. Once there, Shoji gently set your flustered self back onto the solid ground, his larger frame towering over you like a skyscraper. You didn’t get much time to collect yourself as he spun you around, wrapped his webbed-arms around your front, and let one of his mouth-hands start placing chaste kisses on your heated cheeks. You sputtered an incoherent jumble of words in shock at the affection. This is not the shy and sweet Shoji you remember; what is this bold confidence possessing the body of your friend?!

“Isn’t our little dove enchanting, Dark Shadow~?” Despite your embarrassment, you heard Tokoyami take lethargic steps towards the two of you and felt that same force from earlier wrap itself around your shaky legs. Dark Shadow grumbled out a happy sigh in reply to its master that shook your already unstable legs, knocking you further into Shoji’s hug.

“So happy we got to you sooner than the others, (N/N)~,” Shoji sighed into the top of your head. Tokoyami finally closed the distance and pressed himself against you, slithering his arms around your waist.

You squirmed around in a panic as they held you, “Guys, wait, hold on! You can’t seriously be attracted to me! It’s that virus that’s frying your brains! I care for you, I really do, but--,”

Surprisingly, it was Dark Shadow who cut you off, “You care about me too, right, (Y/N)?” The little whimper of uncertainty in its voice caught you off guard. Even at a time like this, where the only thing you should care about is your safety, it drug out the all-too-caring nature in you to respond.

“Yes, Dark Shadow, I care about you too, but that isn’t point--,”

“Oh, but I think it is, love~,” Tokoyami squeezed you even tighter, his heart beating quicker and the pink in his eyes flaring up over hearing your acceptance of what he once viewed to be one of his “flaws”. He knew you were the right one, you always have been, but he was blind. He was ignorant in the past to have ignored your grace, but don’t you worry, he’ll never make that mistake again. Not when being this close to you feels this euphoric.

“You love us, we love you,” Shoji sighed and you wriggled, searching for a weak spot in their grasp to escape through, desperate for freedom.

“We’d do anything to keep you smiling, dove~,” Tokoyami continued, nuzzling into your neck. You hyperventilated at their closeness.

“So, please,” they spoke at the same time, “stay with us forever, darling~?”

While the two of them were ogling over you, the three of you didn’t think to acknowledge the frantic banging at the side stage’s door. Muffled explosion after explosion sounded off until the eroded door finally came off its hinges and went flying. You shot your heads to the loud destruction of the school’s property. The grips on your body grew from tolerable to painful as they recognized the faces of the disturbance.

Bakugou stepped in the room with a sneer on his face, palms leaking plumes of dark smoke as he strode towards your little cuddle pile. A pissed off Todoroki and Momo followed not too far behind the angry blond. “I love to be the one to break it to you that (Y/N) won’t be doing anything else with you two extras.” Bakugou snapped, letting a cluster of small explosions erupt from his palm.

“Dear, are you okay? We heard your screams through the door, we were so worried about you! It’s okay, we’ll save you from these two in just a moment~!” Momo smiled lovingly at you, using her quirk to create a long metal staff.

“They’re much safer with us then they ever would be with you three!” Shoji protested. Bakugou and Momo both growled at the octopus-man clinging onto their darling, preparing their attacks to get those worthless worms off of your precious body and reclaim what’s rightfully theirs, but Todoroki stopped them by stepping between the two parties. Emotionally, he wasn’t much better than the two as seething hatred clouded his judgment as well, but even he knew that if they got you caught up in their fight there was a likely possibility that you could be hurt in the crossfire. He’d rather stab himself in the heart a thousand times over before intentionally hurting you, so he buried his loathing and forced a smile towards the other students.

“I say we settle this dispute fairly,” you glance over at the half-and-half man, shivering at how frighteningly-frigid his gaze had become, “A fight. Quirk-to-quirk combat. Us against you; whoever wins gets to walk away with (Y/N) and the others leave empty-handed.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor at Todoroki’s “solution” to the problem. You became increasingly less scared and more offended in the presence of these selfish creeps as crazy idea after crazy idea spewed out of their mouths. “Are you kidding me?! I am not some toy to be won!” You hissed and thrashed around in their arms. Your fight proved useless as the others continued their conversation like you weren’t there.

“A ‘fair’ fight?” Tokoyami scoffed, “Last I checked, three against two isn’t exactly what I would call ‘fair’.”

“You’ve got Dark Shadow and the theater’s almost completely in the dark. I’d say that’s fair enough. Besides,” Momo smirked as she begrudgingly went along with Todoroki’s plan, “it’s either this, or we take them from you anyways but use more fun methods of striking you down. What do you say?”

Shoji and Tokoyami flashed a conflicted look at each other, both not liking the idea of willingly letting their darling go but neither wanting to see you willingly put in harm’s way by their defiance. Eventually their wordless conversation ended as Tokoyami nodded his head, and both he and Dark Shadow released their hold on your body.

You held your breath as Shoji kissed your forehead and gently spun your body out of his arms towards the stage’s side. He and Tokoyami prepared their stances as Shoji’s mouth-hand spoke to you, “Stay out of the way, (Y/N). This won’t take long.”

“Yeah, it won’t, since most of the time is gonna be you piecing your face back together after I tear it apart! Save a victory kiss for me, firecracker!” Bakugou cackled out, flying forward with his bright explosions.

The fight for your unwilling hand had begun.

And, just like that, your escape plan had been flung into action too.

You watched from the wings as Bakugou’s explosions and Todoroki’s fire lit the once dark arena. They created the perfect distraction for you to slink back in the shadows to avoid drawing attention to yourself. Though, you doubted your absence would be noticed through the commotion of multiple quirks being used from every angle. You inched your way down the creaking stairs and into the audience under the cover of Momo’s sporadic flash bombs, being careful to stay out of the way when Tokoyami was thrown into the audience with Bakugou hot in pursuit. Sticking low to the ground and stopping moving when they neared your hiding place was the only way you made it all the way to one of the auditorium’s exits.

Twisting your head back to watch their battle, you watched Shoji evade the long-ranged ice and fire attacks of Todoroki and narrowly avoid the short-ranged strikes of Momo’s metal bo staff. Dark Shadow and Tokoyami were both busy keeping Bakugou at bay, both parties jumping over upturned chairs and running up and down the aisles trying to gain the upper hand. With all of them focused on their fight, it gave you the perfect opportunity to slip out the exit and sprint down the hall, their battle cries chasing you from the auditorium as you ran in search of a new hiding spot.

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~ Timeskip ~

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Once silent halls soon became noisy with your pants for air echoing around the maze that is UA. After escaping the auditorium, you’ve not stopped, the speed you went at varied but you’ve yet to take a break in fear of your crazed colleagues catching up with you. It’s not like you’ve found a good enough hiding spot to stop for anyway. Every hall you went down led to another dead end speckled with random doors. Every stairwell you climbed showcased another stretch of seemingly endless hallways, none of which had any promise of an escape route either. You knew that you had to find somewhere fast with the menacing threat of at least half-a-dozen yanderes chasing your ass, but running around this place in a panic, a majority of it cloaked in darkness to boot, is exhausting.

Deciding the coast is clear, you leaned against the wall across from a large window to catch your breath. The city beyond UA was majorly dark, not a soul walking around from what you could see. You wondered how the Purge on the outside was doing, if people were staying safer than you were or if the yanderes had all successfully caught their prey. You racked your brain for ideas of how to get out of this loony bin and remembered your phone. Sure, the police wouldn’t help you since they’re off duty to enjoy their hunt until the Purge ends, but maybe you could call a family member or a non-classmate friend to come rescue you. It’s a long shot that someone would risk their own skin to save one person running from six or more yanderes, but it’s worth a try. Fishing around your pocket, you found the device and clicked it on.

The first thing you observed was the battery percentage was a little lower than half; not ideal, but it would definitely last you at least a few more hours and some time was better than none. Speaking of hours, once your brain thought of that your eyes couldn’t help but glance at the time displayed on the fluorescent screen. Your jaw dropped in shock.

One hour. One hour is how long this nightmare had gone on for.

All that commotion, and you still had 23 hours to go until you were safe from these maniacs.

“You’ve gotta be fucking joking. One hour?!” you exasperated. You groaned in malice, bumping your head back on the wall and slapping your unoccupied palm over your forehead. Of course this year’s Purge wouldn’t go easy on you.

You shook your head and took a deep breath. Nope, can’t focus on that, or your “destiny” as a “weak and defenseless” darling will be sealed. Call for help; that you can do. With a new vigor coursing in your veins, you shot over to your favorites and decided who among them would be the most likely to help you in this situation. You called their number, but instead of being greeted with the normal dialing tone, a robotic voice crunched out its pre-recorded message.

“No service?!” you gawked at the device, “What’s the point of this school being so high tech if your phone can’t even get a simple bar?” You stretched your arm up in the air and waved the device around in a half-hearted attempt at finding a glint of service, but accepted it was pointless. The school’s too bulky with its skeleton of concrete and metal for a transmission to slip through. Plus, you wouldn’t be surprised if one of your tormentors screwed with the connection to constrict you further in their grasp.

Though the phone’s uselessness disappointed you, the nearby scuffing of a shoe on the floor brought you out of your daze.

You launched off the wall you leaned against and floundered to face the direction it came from, the opposite side of the corner you hid behind. You waited for another hint at life as you stared into the inkiness of the hallway. During the stillness you wondered if it was all in your head, a hallucination being the byproduct of your enhanced fear, but you decided to go with your gut and trusted your abilities enough to know that noise had really happened. An unsettling silence hung in the air as you came to the conclusion that, even if nothing was truly there, it was time to leave and find somewhere else to scamper off to.

But things haven’t been in your favor all day, so why would they be now?

When you backed away to run, a pair of hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind you. One of the hands cinched your wrists together in a vice-like grip while the other wound around your front and drug you into their chest. A cheerful giggle met your ears as they prevented your struggling with ease.

“Aren’t you just the cutest~!” the sugar-coated voice trilled in your ear. Recognizing their sing-songy tone, your eyes shot down to your waist. Even though you felt a tight hold on your midsection, there was nothing there to prove it. So, your suspicions were correct, you’re now dealing with a love-sick Hagakure latched onto your waist like a koala.

Before you could yell at the girl to let you go, something cupped around your mouth and stopped the words from slipping out. “Absolutely adorable~,” another voice chuckled. Judging by the fact that it’s not a hand clamped around your jaw, rather a muscular tail, and there’s only one person in your class with said appendage, it seems that Ojiro had goo-goo eyes for you as well.

“We’re sorry that we had to scare you like that, lovebug, but it was too easy to sneak up on you with you so focused on our little ‘distraction’~!” Hagakure hummed with a nuzzle into your neck. After your muffled ‘hmm?’ of confusion snuck past Ojiro’s make-shift gag, another person stepped forward.

Koji hesitantly snuck out of the shadowy corner where the noise that started this whole mess came from and Hagakure’s words made sense. Koji caused the noise to catch your attention so you wouldn’t notice the other two ambushing you. You mentally groaned at your rookie mistake of not thoroughly surveying the area for potential threats.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), please believe me when I say I didn’t want it to come to this…,” Koji wrapped his arms around himself as if trying to hide from the reality of the situation, “but the others were getting too close to you! They were gonna steal you away. And I’m...I’m tired of always being the last one picked! You’re staying with me- with us now...o-okay?” he coughed, caught off guard by the venom that seeped into his words.

“How romantic~, Koji’s really got it bad for you if you inspired him to say more than just a few mumbles, huh?” Hagakure muses.

“That’s the effect they have on people. Always so attentive to everyone else’s needs, but their own.” Ojiro huffs at your selflessness. They’re good traits to have, but you should be more careful with who you give your care to! You can’t trust just any random nobody. One minute they're your friend and the next they’re trying to take advantage of your kind nature and keep you for themselves!

“T-That’s why we’re here, though! We’ll take c-care of them, forever and ever, r...right? No one will ever hurt you again...I won’t let them.” Koji muttered to himself, face shifting from doe-like with fat tears coating his eye’s waterline to a distorted snarl. Okay, Koji is officially starting to freak you out with this delusional Dr. Jekyll-Mr. Hyde attitude. With you focused on creating an escape plan and the three of them so absorbed in tending to your needs, whether you asked for the help or not, none of you recognized the looming threats hidden in the dark creeping behind you.

What finally caught the group’s attention was the revving of a nearby engine. Your heads whipped just in time to see Iida fire up his quirk and sprint towards your group. “Thank you for taking such great care of our darling for us, my friends! But we’ll gladly take them off your hands now!” Iida shouted over his roaring engines, all the while stiffly chopping his forearms as he practically flew down the hall.

With how unexpected the ambush had been, Ojiro and Koji were unprepared to be slapped back against the wall by a strong, pink...tongue? Confused, you inspected the speeding Iida closer, and only then did you catch sight of a serious-looking Tsu hanging off his armored back.

Iida narrowly avoided barreling straight through you and Hagakure, but the close call caused Hagakure to reflexively loosen her grip on your body due to the surprise. Seizing the opportunity, you ripped your arms out of her hold and shoved her away with your body weight. You spun on your heel to face the invisible girl as she fell to the ground with a yelp and a thud. A grin couldn’t help but sneak onto your face at your vigilance as you went to run from the psychos.

It’s not shocking that you still can't catch a break, even when things go your way.

Tsu’s tongue that had helped you break free moments ago instantly became your enemy as it wrapped around your forearm, harshly tugged, and sent you flying back. Right into Iida’s open arms. Without slowing down, Iida bolted even faster away from their competition as you finally processed that you’d been stolen yet again.

“Oh, come on! I’m not some doll to be tossed around from crazy to crazy!” you groaned as you childishly kicked your legs around in vain. Iida’s strong grip didn’t let you get as far as you’d like to though. He smiled fondly at your tantrum.

“What?! No fair, you guys cheated! We caught them first!” you heard Hagakure cry out in the distance, her pleads slowly drowned into whispers as you were carried farther away.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), we’ve got you. Kero kero~!” Tsu attempted to console your irritation with a gentle nuzzle of her cheek to yours.

“Yes, my love! There is no need for you to fret any longer, now that we’re here!” Iida chortled.

“Huh, somehow it doesn’t make me any less stressed that I’m held captive against my will by two crazy, lovesick teenagers. I wonder why!” you grunted sarcastically, wiggling around as much as you could in his muscular arms, your voice ricocheting around the winding halls of UA.

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~ Timeskip ~

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The trip to wherever Iida and Tsu took you was an awkward one for sure. Most of it was spent with Iida running like his life depended on getting you wherever you had to go, and you fighting against their “love”. Among your empty threats and sarcasm, Tsu and Iida could not stop fawning over you! From your features, to your hair, to your “endearing” attitude and “witty” words. It was like they couldn’t find a single thing wrong with you. Their behavior was nerve-wracking, to put it lightly; it made you realize that the news wasn’t simply hyping up how dangerous this love virus truly was like you’d originally imagined.

When all of this began, you thought it was just some practical joke, like the world was poking fun at the medical community or something. Come on, an “obsessive-love” virus?! It sounds like something made-up from a cheesy romance novel or from some pre-teen’s overactive imagination. It didn’t help that the information of this wide-spreading disease was first introduced to you by the online-addicted, meme-connoisseur, King of Pranks and Jokes, Denki Kaminari. You, like many of your other classmates who he blabbed to about this wacko virus that had snuck its way into Japan, brushed off his ramblings as him being pervy and wanting to blame his inappropriate actions on the made-up disease. Guess you should have taken his words to heart now that you’ve got multiple infected young pro heroes thirsting after you, including Denki.

In fact, you should’ve started noticing the virus had seeped its way into your school weeks prior to now. Not just because of the whole fiasco with Deku and Bakugou before the Purge began, or the thing with Kirishima and Todoroki either; your oblivious ass should have noticed the many lingering eyes on you a long time ago. How a week ago Uraraka clung to your arm with tears in her round eyes and told you she never wanted to be apart from you again. How Jiro snapped at Denki supposedly getting too cuddly next to you on the bus, pulled you aside after the ride, and wouldn’t let you leave unless you swore you’d never think about dating a dunce like him, even though you promised the two of you were only friends. How Sato bribed you, knowing your sweet tooth, to spend lunch with him by baking special desserts only for you to prove his “devotion”.

You assumed Uraraka was lonely and simply wanted you to walk her to her next class. You laughed off her desperate plea and pinky promised you would never willingly leave such a nice girl like her, pretending the vibrant pink hue in her eyes was just a reflection from her rosy cheeks. In Jiro’s case, you thought she was just worried about you! Friends get worried for each other all the time, right? It wasn’t weird to assume she was just looking out for you; not that Denki’s too bad of an influence or undateable, she just cares for you...a lot apparently. Okay, the last event is almost inexcusable to not be concerned about, but you were so hungry and Sato’s such a good baker! The brownies he made you were too tasty to resist, so you ignored his strange wording and accepted his gift. You still have no regrets about that.

Tumbling through memories, you didn’t register Iida rounding the last corner and finally slowing down from his run. You were sucked out of your brain when you recognized the ginormous door and equally obnoxious painted “3-A” to match. You squirmed in apprehension, fearing the unknown of whatever laid beyond that door. You were very tempted to beg Iida to steal you away in a different direction, but were brought through to the other side before you could peep a protest.

“Iida, you’re back! Did you find--OH! My darling cupcake, you’re back!” the unmistakable cutesy voice of Uraraka squealed in delight from inside the room. You watched as her emotions did a complete 180°, shifting in brief seconds from utterly bored sitting at a desk to springing up and her excitement bouncing off the walls. She practically beamed herself across the room at you and grabbed your face with her padded palms to inspect every inch of you, an overjoyed expression stamped on her round features while ditzy sighs leaked out of her grinning mouth. The neon pink swimming in her eyes caused by the virus was still present and only seemed to drown her better judgment the longer she stared at you.

“Glad to see you made it back in one piece, especially with our lovely escapee in tow,” the stoic voice you recognized as Todoroki congratulated. You heard a few seats scrape backwards as the rest of the party joined Uraraka to stand at your arrival. You looked past the bubbly girl blocking most of your vision at the crew shrouded in darkness. Air choked in your throat as you realized who they were. Standing inside the classroom was Todoroki, Momo, and the one who had started all this mess by calling your unsilenced phone and revealing your safe spot, Izuku.

“Hello, darling! It’s so good to see you again after being apart for so long. Sorry that meanie Bakugou scared you so much earlier that you ran from me. You understand that I was only trying to...calm you down, right? You’re always so stressed out; I was trying to be a good...friend and help!” He pouted in fake sympathy, curling his pointer finger a few times to beckon Iida further inside. Uraraka drifted out of his way and Tsu hopped off his back to allow him to march into the room, toward the desks the rest of them were surrounding. Iida places you down with a knightly kiss to your forehead and let the other crowd around.

Pushing down the sting of embarrassment in your chest when you met Izuku’s heart-filled eyes and mischievous smile, you instead focused on the others who you were equally startled about seeing. You mushed through puckered lips and pinched cheeks as Uraraka grabbed ahold of your doughy face again, “T-Todoroki? Yaoyorozu?! I-I thought you guys were busy--,”

“Busy dealing with Tokoyami and Shoji?” Todoroki finished for you with a brush of your hair behind your ear.

“We were, sweetness! Though after a while, once we all realized you’d snuck away from us, and the fight quickly dissipated,” Momo rolled her eyes, “Bakugou was the first to run off. He dropped his aggressive battle with Tokoyami almost immediately and sprinted out the entrance doors and to the right, cursing that we were ‘only slowing him down’. He didn’t even stop to thank us for forming the search party to find you, how rude! As soon as the rest of us realized why he left so abruptly, Shoji and Tokoyami turned tail too, going the opposite direction of him.” Momo retold the past while perfectly braiding your hair into cute styles.

Todoroki picked up from where she left off, “Yaoyorozu and I met up and decided to band the rest of our group together to search for you again. That wasn’t nice of you to leave without a goodbye like that, (N/N).”

“We heard through the grapevine that you’d scurried off to one of the higher levels of the school,” Deku took over, “so I sent Iida and Tsu to survey the area. And look what precious cargo they brought back~,” he teased while placing a small boop to your nose.

Deku’s Cheshire grin widened, “Speaking of, precious, did you enjoy my call from earlier~? Or my text, perhaps~? Shoto and Momo told me the chime from your phone was not only adorably you, but was also the perfect beacon to find you. Isn’t it so wonderful that (Y/N) wanted us to find them so badly that they purposefully left their ringer on?” Izuku asked the group.

“Wait- I-I didn’t--,” your brain blanked at his words and you sputtered to protest against his false accusation.

Ochaco gasped, “You left it on for us to hear? Oh, darling, how thoughtful! I love you so much!!” She cried, circled her arms around your waist, and squeezed like you were her last anchor to reality.

“Kero, they’ve always been the sweetest~, it’s good that this nasty Purge doesn’t change that, kero~,” Tsu mumbled and snuggled against you in blind content.

“No, no- that wasn’t what--,” you wanted to plead your case, but the feeling of their constrictive holds weighing you down suffocated your argument.

Iida kissed the top of your hand, “Of course, the perfect wordless plea for our affection! Such a charming way to go about it, always so creative!”

Momo and Todoroki didn’t speak up through the other’s crazed confessions of adoration, for they knew the truth of what really happened, how you evaded them and their efforts. Nonetheless, you felt their hands possessively latch onto your body, soundless threats to not oppose what Izuku said.

“Please, it’s not--,” you tried for the final time.

“Then what was it, if not to show us you care?” Deku challenged with an “innocent” tilt of his head. The tugging and squeezing halted from every angle as they all stared you dead in the eye to explain your defiance against their care.

“I...well...,” you dryly coughed, looking away to try and think of an answer that wouldn’t make you look helpless or meek. It hit you when you looked ahead and saw Izuku let a barely noticeable smirk slide on his lips with everyone’s attention now on you and not him. You’re cornered. Anything you say will make you look bad. If you deny him and say you forgot to turn off your ringer, they’ll come to the conclusion that you’re too forgetful to be left on your own and you’ll be put on lockdown. If you agree with what he said, you’ll be lying, but they won’t care; all they’ll focus on is that you “wanted” them to find you and you agree you “need” them.

He set you up to fail before you could even think of saving yourself.

That sneaky, little, son of a--!

“Aw, look, they’re so flustered after getting caught, they can’t even speak! So cute~ Always so shy around us, (N/N)~,” Izuku giggled, a dark look coursing through his eyes. The group nodded at his words and easily fell back into immersing themselves in your safety. Barely able to get your two cents in, they continued to pet and play with you like a doll for a seemingly endless amount of time. Their worries reminded you of a mother stressing about her newborn child, except they were no parents and you certainly weren’t going to resign your freedom to being their lovechild!

“Oh, angel, you must be tuckered out from all that running about! Here, drink this~,” Momo fretted. She shoved a cup of potent elixir inches from your lips. Its overtly sweet aroma crashed into your senses and nearly made you gag. Glancing down at the strange pink concoction, your face scrunched up in hesitation at the way the liquid swirled and spiraled around the glass, as if trying to hypnotize you into drinking. The light-headed feeling you got from inhaling too much of the intoxicating scent was another huge red flag that this would completely destroy any sensible part of your brain.

In short, there is no way in hell you’re drinking this shit. You’ve gotta get out of this prison full of yandere guards as soon as physically possible!

You plastered on your sweetest smile to escape suffering the side effects of whatever that drink would cause and chirped at the woman, “U-um...no thank you! I’m not that thirsty right now...”

“Dear, you don’t have to deny your needs for the comfort of others, kero. Stay hydrated.” Tsu croaked from the comfort of your neck.

“N-No! It isn’t that at all! I’m just not-,” your squeaked as you felt a chilly hand slide down your back and leisurely wrap around your waist.

“You’re not comfortable voicing what you need in fear of inconveniencing us. We understand, but it’s pointless worrying.” Todoroki cut in.

“Cupcake, you’re not a bother to us! We’ll always take care of you, no matter the cost~,” Uraraka swooned. With unexpected strength, she manhandled you onto her lap and buried her face into your shoulder blades. Busy pushing you to drink the elixir, tickling and poking at your sides to get forced laughter as if it would help encourage you to trust them more, no one expected a trio of knocks to emit from the locked classroom door.

Your captors’ heads simultaneously shot over to the door at lightning speed. A dropped pin could be heard with how silent they’d all become. It was obvious they weren’t expecting the company since the light-hearted giggles that once filled the room fled the scene as they listened for any signs of their darling being in danger.

“Did you invite anyone else here to join our group, Midoriya?” Todoroki accused.

“Why on earth would I do that, Shoto?! No one else should know we’re here with them!” Deku hissed.

“Well, it’s not the most secluded or unknown spot in the whole school, now, is it? In fact, we’re here almost every day, couldn’t have picked a less visited place?!” you sassed. A hand slapped against your mouth, stopping your bad mouthing, and you rolled your eyes. Cowards. You know you’re right.

“Whoever they are, like hell I’ll let them near our baby!” Uraraka lashed out as her arms wrung around your waist and clamped down in an obsessive rage. All the oxygen you breathed in shot out of your lungs from the strength of her grip, dispelling the lineup of snarky comments you had mentally prepared.

“Calm down, Ochaco, no one’s taking (Y/N). Who’s there?” Iida acknowledged those behind the door with his ever-professional demeanor.

“Friends! We’re here to propose a compromise.” the stranger behind the intrusion reconciled. You wanted to sigh, this couldn’t mean anything good for you.

Glancing over at Izuku, his eyebrows were furrowed in contemplation, but ultimately, he nodded at Iida to let these “friends” in to show their faces. The unimpressed sneer doesn’t leave his face even as Iida strides over to the door and pulls it open. If you thought the constricting hands on your body were tight before, they’re nothing compared to the stranglehold confining your body to the desk when Iida neared the door. You almost couldn’t breathe! With Uraraka strapped onto your back and waist, Tsu locking her arms around your neck, Momo surrounding your huddle to protect you further, and Todoroki and Deku standing in front of you like statuesque bodyguards, you could hardly see who came into the room; the only indication of life being the pitter-patter of a few pairs of feet. Shimmying as much as you could, you got a glimpse at the strangers.

There, at the front of the classroom, stood Aoyama, Sato, Koji, Ojiro and Hagakure, guessing by her recognizable shoes and floating gloves.

Fuck.

“What do you want?” Deku sneered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Whoa! Watch the hostility, Izuku, we’re only here to negotiate for something all of us want. There’s no need to start a fight over something that can be talked over.” Ojiro reasoned.

“Of course I need to be hostile! You don’t know how long I’ve-- we’ve waited to have (Y/N) with us. That is, I am assuming what, or rather who, you five want to negotiate over.” Deku defended.

“You can try and take them, but I wouldn’t recommend it. You won’t get far against us.” Todoroki fumed, the temperature in the air fluctuating between swelteringly hot to frigidly cold to the point where you almost began to sweat and shiver at the same time.

“We aren’t trying to take them from you,” Sato denied, “What we’re saying is we want to share them with you.” The room hushed as if forbidden words had been uttered for the first time in centuries.

“Come again?” Iida mused.

“We want the fighting to stop altogether. We figured that if all of us come to an agreed arrangement, and follow a set number of rules, we could all have them without worrying someone else might steal them! Plus, with all of us working together, we could protect them from anyone that threatens their security forever!” Hagakure cheered, no doubt a wide smile stretched across her face.

“We’re perfectly capable of protecting them ourselves from anything and anyone.” Momo growled behind you like a wolf protecting her pup from dangerous hunters.

“W-we know and understand that,” Koji gently prodded at her resolve, “but...for how long? How long can you continue to fight against the rest of the class? And what if even more suitors become infatuated with them further down the line, will you be able to handle them too?” Somehow the group's hold on your body became stiffer as Koji stuttered out his claim. You noticed the three boys ahead of you grow anxious in their body language at Koji’s words, alternating heels to carry their body weight, swaying back and forth, glancing back at the rest of the group.

“If it continues to be this chaotic every time our darling walks into a room, their safety cannot be guaranteed for the long run. Our class does have more than a few powerful nutjobs in it. Wouldn’t it be better to have them on your side rather than fight against them?” Ojiro fabricated. It was obvious the seed of doubt had been planted in their minds due to the group's collective silence. You were wonderful, it was inevitable for more people to fall madly in love with you on top of those who’re already pinning for you. How long could they keep the others at bay before possibly losing you to other competition?

“So, what exactly do you want?” Deku reiterated, less malice wound through his tone, like he was actually considering their plan.

“To work as a team, mon amie,” Aoyama mused, “Let us care for (Y/N) the same as you do; be near them, protect them, love them, and we promise to defend them with our lives against anyone who opposes our agreement to work together, such as a certain...I don’t know...Kacchan?” Deku tensed at the mention of the delinquent, but you watched Aoyama’s face to witness his grin widened at the boy’s reaction. He knew exactly how to push Izuku’s buttons to get him to operate how he wanted.

Your kidnappers brewed in the dead air of the room as they looked back and forth at each other. Some seemed more inclined to the idea than others, but inside you were panicking. There’s no way they could seriously be considering the notion! If they did, your freedom would be sucked down the drain, you’d never be alone and wouldn't be able to get away before the Purge ended. You’d be doomed to be their plaything, and the worst thing is that it’d be legal. Since all actions committed during the Purge are permitted, you wouldn't be able to get any help from your family, friends, or the law if the yanderes still have you in their hold once the 24 hours are up. Even though you don’t want it, that’s exactly what they crave, and they’re the ones who’ve got you under lock and key.

“Well, Izuku?” Sato coaxed after a few minutes. Izuku’s blank face caved into a cunning grin. He broke his protective stance blocking you to walk up to Aoyama.

“What?! You can’t be serious, Izuku!” Uraraka cried.

“If you don’t agree with this, you can try your luck out there,” Deku threw his head back to gaze at her, his forest green eyes glowing in the moonlight as he pointed toward the door, “I figure the rest of our team agrees that, while we’d rather not share our darling, it will be easier to take care of them working together.” Uraraka huffed at his challenging tone, backing off and subconsciously loosening her hold on your body.

Deku closed in on him as Aoyama chirped out, “Deal?”

Your heart sank into your stomach as Deku shook his hand and sang, “Deal!” You’re never getting out of this “Love (Y/N)” cult. You’ll need a miracle to get you away from these creeps!

Luckily, or more like unluckily, for you, a “miracle” is exactly what you got.

From above your seat on the classroom desk, something speedy cut through the air creating an audible slice. Before you could see what caused the noise, thin strips of paper coiled around your torso to swaddle you like a baby. You struggled against the bindings, but due to sticky residue keeping it stuck to your skin and clothes, you realized it was tape rather than simple paper. Your kidnappers had no time to act as you were yanked off the desk, knocking down the girls around you from the strength of the pull and their loose hold on you. You were hoisted into mid-air as you thrashed around, trying to get free but also wrap your head around what the hell just happened.

From above, you heard a cocky voice leer, “Oh, my bad for knocking you head-over-heels, girls! You were just in the way of my goal!” Your cocooned body was flung up to the ceiling with another rough tug. You braced for the rough impact of a hard wall, but were instead caught by a pair of lanky, but sturdy, arms.

“Hi, angel, fancy seeing you~! Come here often?” an obviously love-infected Sero teased as if this was the optimal time for sly jokes. Tape had fastened around your mouth during his assault and made you unable to properly sass him, but he knew that, so he giggled at his rhetorical question and quickly pecked your forehead as his answer.

“Sero!” multiple voices screamed at him. He gave a nasty side-eye to the outraged students below before he observed you, and a mischievous smile crept onto his face when a wicked idea came to mind. You mentally sighed as you knew, judging by his upturned expression, whatever plan he had imagined could lead to no good.

Sero pecked your warm check, making it as overexaggerated as possible, and quipped at the fuming students below, “Guess I reeled in the Grand Prize from the claw machine, huh~?”

“Hanta, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll bring them safely back down to us right now.” Sato grunted.

“Or else we’ll be forced to kick your ass as punishment.” Uraraka growled at the unwanted guest.

“Hmm. I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re gonna try to kick my ass even if I do give them back to you. Just a hunch. So...no thanks! I’ll be keeping this cutie.” Sero taunted as he childishly kicked his legs around.

“Sero–,” Deku seethed before he was interrupted.

“Hurry up, tape dispenser, we ain’t got all day for you to be making a fool of Deku!” a gruff voice snarled from above you two. You craned your neck as far as you could, only to see Bakugou, Kirishima, and Denki all grinning down at you and Sero from the floor above.

“Nice work, Sero! Duct tape fixes everything, per usual!” Denki played.

“Yeah, great job,” Kirishima cheered, “Hurry up here so we can manly protect them!” If your jaw could drop, it’d have already fallen to the concrete floor below. Surprise surprise, looks like Bakugou did know how to gather and work in a team. We’ll see how long that lasts.

“Uh, manly?! We’re here too, rock-for-brains!” a shrill voice proclaimed somewhere behind Kirishima in the room. Seems like there are even more yanderes that you couldn’t see waiting to get a bite of you up there. This nightmare keeps getting better and better.

“Yep, I’m coming, idiots. Help (Y/N) up first.” Sero boosted up your wriggling body, “hmm”’s of protest leaking out of your taped mouth.

“Women can be manly too! Woah, watch all that squirming around, hon’! We know you like to fight our love, but we can’t have you writhing out of our arms and falling down that hole to those unmanly perverts again.” Kirishima lightly scolded with no real malic behind his words. He circled his big arms around your restrained form and hoisted you up onto their level. Kirishima felt so warm and safe compared to the cold, stale air of UA High’s concrete confinements, plus the fear and anxiety built up after running away from all those yanderes had tuckered you out more than you thought. You hate to admit it, but you couldn’t help giving in and lean in a little deeper into his comforting embrace.

“Save that fighting, dumbass. After that stunt you pulled earlier when you ran away from me, I’ll give you plenty to squirm about later, firecracker~,” Bakugou rasped, a different, dark, nearly sultry look zinging in his eyes. You whimpered and scooched further into Kirishima’s muscular hold to escape whatever devious plans Bakugou had in store.

“Bakugou! Stop it, you’ll freak ‘em out if you continue. Besides, I certainly don’t want to deal with those idiots chasing our asses with not only a confused, but scared, darling flailing in our arms.” the unmistakable heady voice of Jiro spat at the hot-head. As Bakugou cussed her out, you took the chance to assess your new captors. Denki grabbed Sero’s hand and hauled him out of the ceiling of the floor below, Kirishima continued to snuggle into you as if you gave him the strength to move mountains, and Jiro and Bakugou bickered between the two of them like they were first-years all over again. They were a strange group personality wise, but a powerful one most normal people would deem too macho to mess with. Except, your whole class is full of juggernauts like them, so what’re you to do when all of them want you as their own personal chew toy?

You leapt out of your thoughts as a delicate, calloused hand laid on top of your head and began petting your hair. Looking in the direction the hand stretched, the pinkette Mina was on the other end dopily smiling at you.

“Ugh, I knew their hair would be the softest thing ever~!” she squealed in delight as her cheeks bloomed a darker shade of pinky blush.

“Yeah, and it smells incredible too. Like vanilla and strawberries.” Kirishima bonded with Mina. He took a deep inhale to savor your scent and the reverberation of it in your ear had you shivering at his closeness. She brushed a lock to her face and sniffed, nearly squealing again with how much bliss she felt that the love of her life was finally within her grasp. Being in such intimate proximity with the two, you spotted the tell-tale neon pink dancing around their irises and confirmed the whole group are currently infected.

“Hey, guys,” Denki spoke up and broke the group’s individual conversations, “as much as I’d like to cuddle and enjoy Sparks there, we should probably book it. I doubt Deku and the others are very happy we took them back, they’ll come looking for us.”

After a brief moment of the group sobering up, Bakugou scoffed, “I hate when you’re right, spark plug. Get up, extras. Let’s get moving.” Denki’s whines against him being “too mean” being lost in the scramble to run for a new spot to store you.

“Kirishima, do you--,” Sero asked.

“I got them, bro! Leave it to me.” the sturdy boy grinned.

“Pardon my reach.” Kirishima forewarned you with a giddy smile. His hands grabbed your hips and lifted you over his shoulder as if you weighed like nothing more than a grape to him. His arm hooked around your knees so you wouldn’t fall or try to escape off his hulking shoulder.

“Be careful with them, Kiri! They’re not a sack of potatoes, they’re our baby!” Mina urged.

“If you touch them inappropriately in any way before we find a safe zone, I will make sure you won’t live to see tomorrow after the Purge. Got it?” Jiro foreboded, her earphone jacks swiveling up to point at the boy like cobras ready to strike.

“Ha, got it loud and clear, Jiro!” Kirishima chuckled with a thumbs up, either obvious to her threats or chose to ignore the insinuation that he’d break his “manly code of honor” to cop a feel. The group started their sprint for safety out the door and in a random direction with you fruitlessly shimmying around on Kirishima’s shoulder, hanging your head in defeat at the mess you’d gotten yourself stuck in with not even a few hours of the Purge gone by yet.

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~ Timeskip ~

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Hurried footfalls and pants resonated between the dark hall walls as your kidnappers dashed through the labyrinth of your school. Bakugou led the pack with you in the middle of their protective circle, the others running beside Kirishima. They clearly knew where they were going as little conversation was started, most of the spoken words being Bakugou barking out orders to the others. Weirdly enough, you hadn’t encountered others from your class when running around, just miles upon miles of empty corridors and deathly still stairwells. You groaned in discomfort at the increasing soreness on your lower stomach due the awkward position you’d been forced to lay in for so long. You were facing behind the group on the rock boy’s shoulder, watching where you had been, so you had no idea where they were dragging you off to. All you knew is that they went down a few staircases and you’re located somewhere on the bottom floor of the school.

“Nearly there. Keep your guards up, dunces. We’re not the only ones lurking out here.” Bakugou instructed. Heavy breathing was the only answer to his instruction, but he didn’t seem irked by their lack of response. Like him, they knew more members of their class were somewhere in the shadows, and it was probable they’d find you before the Purge’s countdown struck zero, so less noise made would be for the best.

For a couple minutes more they continued at a hushed pace, until you heard Bakugou alert the group with a quiet whistle. The running came to an abrupt stop, and Kirishima and the others backed away from the center of the hall to press themselves against the wall. You attempted to whip your head around to see what they’d froze for, but a pair of hands gently cradled your face to stop your erratic movements. The warm hands belonged to Denki. You watched his uncharacteristic poker face as he stared at something in front of the group. You didn’t move again in fear something bad would happen if you did.

Through the gnawing stillness, you heard a whispering voice call something out. It was distant, muffled by the cement walls of the school, but multiple pairs of hasty footsteps echoed through the air following after the call. The steps got louder and closer to you. Your captors held their breaths, both Kirishima’s and Denki’s grips on your body parts grew ridged, attempting to chain you to them for eternity. Eventually, the loud voices and fast running faded away as they sped on past your group. The air grew less tense and nearly peaceful once again, like it never happened.

Holy shit, it just hit you. That was a close encounter with another group who were no doubt chasing after you.

Your group stayed put for an extra minute before relaxing away from the wall they sewed themselves to. Denki sighed in relief before looking back at you with a bright smile. He teasingly stuck his tongue out at you and winked, kissed your nose, and slowly let your soft face fall from his palms.

“That was close. Too close.” you heard Jiro fret in a whisper.

“Yeah, but it's expected. The rest are getting desperate.” Sero insisted.

“Whatever. Let the dogs whimper and whine for their lost master. It’s free entertainment. They’re not getting (Y/N) back either way. Besides, don’t lose your heads, we’re here.” Bakugou muttered, walking a few steps away from the huddle.

Everyone went quiet again as you heard a metallic screech of a heavy door opening. A few seconds of nothing passed, until someone murmured the words, “All clear.” Kirishima shuffled on with you in tow. He walked through the open door you heard before, bending his knees to make sure you didn’t get hit by the top of the door frame. Very considerate of him since he grew more than a few inches after your first year at UA. As he and the others behind him walked inside, you looked at your new terrain.

Above the door you just entered was a sign, which had the word “Gymnasium” inscribed on its metal surface. Great. You’re in one of UA’s many on-campus gyms they use to train the up-and-coming hero students. Somewhere your class visits quite regularly. You rolled your eyes; what an “inconspicuous” safe zone they’ve chosen.

Man, these guys have got to get better at finding sneakier hiding places to crash. It’s so bad that you nearly want to help them pick the spots yourself!

You watched the last few people in the group slide through the door Bakugou held open, him slink into the gym, look from side-to-side probably scouting to see if anyone tracked them, and skillfully latch the door closed once the coast was deemed clear.

The glossy wood floors reflected the low light of the moon shining through the scattered windows and lit up vacant space. Only a few lone bleachers and a humming water fountain stood in the room’s vast emptiness. You wanted to smile at the fond memories the gym brought back, but couldn’t muster it past the ache in your heart.

Years ago, this was a place of excitement, of experimentation and fun. You and your class were practically fumbling babies learning how to navigate the world of pro heroes. Dreams were shared, goals were surpassed, but the most important part was everyone was happy. All the fear of dealing with the League of Villains and other dangerous foes was forgotten whenever you had your friends by your side, to encourage you to do your best to kick villain butt and celebrate it later. That reality seems like so long ago, you almost don’t remember the feeling. Now...it just feels awful to think about them. Your classmates, your friends; they’re desecrating your fond memories by acting how they have without even realizing it. You can’t imagine what it’ll be like after all of this Purge nonsense is over and done with. Could you even look any of them in the eye after everything that’s happened? Or after everything that might happen? After all the trust they’ve broken? How the reality of them tearing your freedom away is a possibility all because of some shitty love-virus?

You’re not sure yet.

But—though they’ve hurt you, you still want to help cure them of the disease. It’s not their fault they got contaminated. They’re the people you grew up with, a few of your closest friends and the people you care about more than most. They’re still good people, just misguided because of this infection. You’re not going to leave them like this.

Something bumping into Kirishima jostled you out of your internal self-pity. Both Denki and Mina’s whines circling around you reeled your mind back to the present.

“Come on, Kiri! You’ve had them for so-o-o-ooo long now! Let us have a turn with them!” Denki moaned while tugging Kirishima’s arm.

“Yeah, put our cutie down,” Mina pestered and leaned in close to your face, “You wanna hang out with us, right, doll face?” Before you could shake your head in anxious denial, you felt Kirishima’s arm detach from behind your knees and robust hands on your hips again. You let out a muffled cry of distress as your body slid down, thinking you were going to fall, but you were instead manhandled off his shoulder and forcefully sat down onto the hard surface of a bleacher.

Kirishima moved his hands to your shoulders, “There you go, hon’. Comfy?” He sweetly crooked his head to the side, but all you could focus on was the way he caged you in with his muscular arms. Unable to give a response due to the tape gag, your stare into his scarlet eyes, which was quickly broken as he was shoved out of the way by greedy hands.

“My turn~!” Mina cheered. She swooped behind you faster than you could blink and yanked you onto her lap. She nuzzled her face between your shoulder blades and giggled in content.

“Wait, why do you get them in your lap?! So not fair!” Denki griped.

“Uh, it so is, Kami! I won rock-paper-scissors, remember?” Mina exclaimed, resting her pink chin on your shoulder. You mind boggled, ‘They had a contest over whose lap I would sit in? I don’t know if I should feel flattered or concerned.’

“She’s got ya there, dude.” Sero jested. He patted the pouting boy’s back.

“That witch cheated.” You heard Denki mumble to himself.

“Or maybe you just suck.” Jiro came up behind him and smacked the back of his blond head. He yelped at the cruel slap as she walked over to you and Mina on the bench. She sat down to the right of you with a satisfied sigh, resting her side against yours, loving the warmth you radiated.

The rest of the group, excluding Denki because he was busy whining at the slap’s stinging pain and the “uncoolness” of how he was being treated, followed the ladies’ lead to take a seat beside you. Jiro to your right, Sero on your left, and Mina behind continuing to pin you against her. Denki, seeing the group ignoring him, huffed in frustration. Shooting over to your side, he scrambled to the floor, shimmed in between your legs, and eventually reached his goal of resting his head on your inner thigh. Your face heated up tremendously at the sudden breach into your personal space. Muffled whimpers of distress seeped out of you that alerted the others to your predicament.

“Denki! You perv!” Mina shrieked.

“OI! Get out of there, idiot!” Bakugou barked, and you’re pretty sure you heard him mutter under his breath, “Or, at least, share.”

“What,” Denki smirked up at the hothead, “jealous, bomb boy~?”

Bakugou deadpanned, “As if I’d ever be jealous of you, extra. Out now.” he snarled at the coy teen.

“Wow, what are you, Bakugou? A scolding father?” Sero snickered.

“But I don’t wanna,” Denki whined as he shoved his face further into your thigh, drawing another squeak out of you, “it’s so warm and cozy. Think I’ll stay here awhile~,” he wrapped his arms around your knee, becoming a human handcuff. If looks could kill, Bakugou’s glare would have disintegrated Denki to a pile of ash ages ago.

“Alright, move it, Pikachu, before our cutie dies of embarrassment. Or before Bakugou kills you and scars (Y/N) forever.” Kirishima sighs. With a tight grip on the back of Denki’s shirt, he lifts the electric boy up and away from between your thighs. Kirishima drops the flailing hero to the shiny floor on your left.

“Ow! Ugh, fine. Until next time, Sparks~,” Denki winks at you and snuggles up to lay his head on your outer thigh. You aren’t sure if you should look forward to this “next time”.

“Aren’t you two going to sit down? We’ve been running all over the place since the start of the Purge.” Jiro mused as she ran her fingers through your messy hair.

“Oh, I’m good! Standing feels better, like I’m ready to protect or use my quirk if I need to. Gotta keep our cutie safe. It’s the manly thing to do!” Kirishima activates his quirk and clanks his knuckles together with a wide grin.

“Hmph. Same here. I’ll blow those extras to hell and gone if they even try to come close.” Bakugou’s palm crackled with his quirk, adding to the dread of his already unsettling threat.

“Speaking of running all over the place! Doll, I gotta say, it was so fun to watch you dash around the school!” Denki cooed while gazing up at you. Your eyes shot down to meet his mischievous smile, confusion etched all over your face.

“My bad, beloved, this idiot doesn’t know how to explain anything. Doofus over here is trying to say we’ve been…keeping an eye on you since the start of the Purge.” Jiro chimed in.

“Didn’t know left from right, which way was the right way to go,” Sero’s breath against the side of your face caused you to jump at his closeness, “So helpless and alone. Glad we saved you when we did!”

“‘Cause we knew the rest were just as eager as we were to get their mitts on you! Took us forever to round you up since someone in this group thought they knew better than the rest of us. He kept trying to save you for himself!” she fake coughed and muttered, “Bakugou.”

Before the short-fused boy could tear her a new one, she sped into what other creepy confession of stalking she had, “But Sero’s right! There’s no telling what they could have done to have you…What they could do.” Mina pondered while burying her nose in your neck. You huffed and rolled your eyes at her exaggeration. They wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, they’re your friends! Your relief slowly waned as a nasty thought drifted through your mind, ‘Well…I figured, even if the virus was real, they’d never get infected. Now look where we are…’

“What lines they’d cross.” Jiro insisted she leaned her head on your unoccupied shoulder. You shook your head in an attempt to clear the unearthed doubt. They wouldn’t truly hurt you; you knew that! ‘But look at the position you’re in now. Kidnapped, tossed around, treated like a trophy to be won…,’ Fear clamped its icy grip around your throat tighter than any of Sero’s tape ever could. Would they seriously hurt you to satisfy the obsessive cravings overthrowing their conscious minds?

“What boundaries they’d push.” Sero ran his pointer finger up your side that sent a shiver down your spine. The more you listened to their words, the more anxiety crept into your brain. Their strategically planted seed festered in your mind, corrupting the previous image you had of your friends. You felt afraid. Scared of them and for your safety. Why didn’t you feel confident in your skills as a hero-in-training anymore? You’re strong, your talents are still there, you didn’t just magically lose them or your quirk! But you felt…weak? You don’t know, maybe all the stress of running around tonight, losing your friends to this illness, is starting to catch up to you. It’s messing with your head…

“(Y/N), you saw how they acted back at the auditorium. I was only trying to get you away from that birdbrain, octo-weirdo, and Deku’s little nobodies. They’re dangerous. You couldn’t see that,” Bakugou cautioned, a gentler look dancing in his new neon pink eyes as he peeked at you over his broad shoulder, “Tch. Typical. You care about those insignificant extras more than your own safety.”

“Woah, Bakubro, chill! You know that’s just how they are,” Kirishima jumped to defend you, he always does, “That’s why we’re here to help you, hon’! We won’t let them take you again. I’d rather…I don’t know…uh…oh! I’d rather give up being manly and say Tetsutetsu is stronger than I am then do that!” Kirishima stated with a slam of his fist to his pec.

“Woah, Kiri! That’s quite the declaration! You’d do all that for this singular cutie here?” Denki egged him on, shooting up from his seat on the floor to his knees, wrapping his arms around your torso to cradle you close.

Kirishima gave a hearty laugh, “Of course, dude! Anything for the love of my life! My one and only! The keeper of my heart! The river to my…uh…mountain?” his speech shortly fell off as his brain desperately racked for more metaphors. The group burst into a fit of joyous laughter. Denki and Sero fell to the ground from their intense howling, Jiro and Mina clutched their sides from their cackling, hell, even Bakugou snickered at Kirishima’s cheesy proclamations.

You looked at the lot of them, smiling and near hysterical, and unconsciously let a quiet giggle slip past your lips. This is what you remember being around your classmates; hearty laughs shared between a blooming group of friends is what makes life worth living. You wanted to stay in this warmth, not go back out there where everyone is fighting tooth and nail against each other.

“Oh, love~! That laugh was the cutest thing ever! Kiri, keep acting dumb so they giggle more!” Mina mushed her cheek against yours as she squealed at your lovable nature.

“Okay, first, ouch. Words hurt, Mina. Second, I’m not dumb! That’s just how I am!” Kirishima pouted. A momentary silence fell over the group as they deadpanned at Ejirio’s reaction.

“You kinda are dumb, bro.” Sero quipped.

“Yeah. Wait, I got it! He’s a himbo!” Denki exclaimed. That comment sent the three of them into another fit of laughter. You couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

“Like you’re one to call someone dumb, dunceface.” Bakugou playfully sneered at the electric boy.

“What’s a himbo?” Kirishima muttered to himself in confusion.

Sero wheezed from lack of air in his lungs, “Uggghh. Nevermind, Kiri. We’ll tell you later. Owwww my sides!” Sero’s hand unconsciously drifted up your side which caused you to jolt at the unanticipated touch. Him, noticing this reaction, focused on you again and smirked.

“Oh~? Is our angel ticklish?” the dark-haired boy provoked. Your heart sank as you frantically tried to deny his claim. The rest of the group caught onto his game and quickly circled in for the kill like sharks in a feeding frenzy.

“Oh~? We really lucked out with you~!” Mina cooed. You felt heat rise to your face in nervousness as desperate muzzled curses tried to redirect their attention from your weakness. You stopped mid-protest as another fleeting touch grazed the sensitive parts of your neck. Your shoulders shot up the best they could to try and protect yourself as Jiro drifted her hand back to her side with a malicious grin stretched across her cheeks. She laughed at your endearing attempts to deny them their fun.

“You’re way too easy to tease, love~,” Sero’s honeyed tone made you jump in your seat.

“But that’s what makes it fun~!” Mina sang with glee.

“And you all the cuter~,” Jiro whispered. You whined in distress, but the noise fell on deaf ears. Poking and prodding, they tested what made you squirm, giggle, shriek, and everything other reaction they could steal from your body. They were merciless in their pursuit to know what made you tick. After a few minutes, you looked over to Bakugou and Kirishima with tears in your eyes from the forced laughter wrung out of you, ready to fall to your knees and plead them to stop their friends, but you realized that wouldn’t work either. Judging by Bakugou’s cocky smirk and Kirishima’s giddy smile, they were content keeping quiet to watch their friends wring you dry of every noise and movement they could get. All of them had you feeling dizzy from the drowning-amount of attention they gave. You didn’t know how long you could handle their wandering hands and sugared words before passing out due to sheer embarrassment.

Though, you didn’t get the chance to faint as the gymnasium door was practically destroyed open.

“KACCHAN!” a furious voice roared across the room. ‘Oh shit,’ you panicked, unconsciously trying to sink back into yourself due to fear of the sheer rage in the boy’s tone. There’s only one person who calls the explosive quirk-user that, and you really don’t want to be in the vicinity of their inevitable bone-breaking fight. Mina squeezed you closer to her, preventing you from shimmying away.

Across the gym floor, stood Deku and his virus-mad motley crew, Iida, Uraraka, Momo, Shoto, and Tsu. His body glowed with sparks of lightning dancing around himself, explaining why the door was nothing but splinters now. He looked pissed. There were very few times you saw him this upset, and considering you’re the root cause of his annoyance towards his friends made you more than a little frightened. As you investigated your classmates behind the green-haired boy, you noticed they all shared that similar infuriated expression. This was not going to end well, but which party would reign victorious in the end was unclear.

“Heh. You’ve got a lotta nerve showing up here, Deku. You never know when to give up when you’ve lost.” Bakugou glared at him. All Deku did was give a twisted grin, one that mimicked a friendly aura but subtly twitched due to how forced it had been.

“Thought you knew that by now, Kacchan~! What can I say, you can’t get rid of me~,” Izuku taunted, stepping into the room with his buddies following closely behind.

“Yeah. It’s annoying. You’re like a damn cockroach.” Bakugou spat, Kirishima lurking closely behind him.

Izuku laughed, “Yes, yes, I’ve heard that from you before. I feel like we’ve been down this lane too much too often, don’t you? So why don’t we cut to the chase, hmm~? Long story short, you have someone I want,” he drawled while leisurely waltzing across the shiny floors towards your captors. Denki, Sero, and Jiro all stood up from their seats to join the two boys ahead to create a barrier in front of you.

“OMG, there they are! Hi, darling~~~! Miss me~?” a cutesy voice echoed. You gasped when you recognized that as Hagakure’s voice, she’s here?!

“I’m sure they did, Hagakure.” No way, Ojiro too?!

“It’s likely. They’d miss any of us compared to being with that brute.” a deeper voice added. Hang on, was that…Tokoyami?!?! No…are they…? It’s as if your worst nightmare came to life as you watched seemingly all of your classmates pour into the gym one after the other. Koji, Shoji, Tokoyami, Sato, Aoyama, all of the people you’d encountered beforehand on this dreadful night filed in and were facing down your current keepers.

“Wow,” Denki marveled, “The whole gang’s here. Like we’re having a party or somethin’!”

“So, you’re all working together?” Sero tested.

“That’s the plan.” Aoyama answered.

“I see,” Sero quipped, “and how long do you say ‘til it falls apart?”

“Falls apart? What are you suggesting? That we’ll–,” Shoji hissed.

“Jealousy is quite the nasty thing,” Mina implied, picking at her nails, “Very dangerous. Not hard for a group to break up over a…difference of opinion later down the line. I’m just looking out for our baby! Don’t want them falling into the wrong hands, you know?”

“The only ‘wrong hands’ they’re falling into right now are yours.” Tsu dared.

“Let’s make this easy. Hand ‘em over, and this mix-up will all be over! We’ll leave you alone to go about the rest of your Purge unprovoked and unharmed.” Momo persuaded with a gentle smile.

“Yeah, right, Yaoyorozu! Like we’d be that unmanly and not put up a fight!” Kirishima barked out a chuckle.

“But they’re not yours to have possession over!” Koji wailed, frustrated tears building up in his eyes.

“What, like you do?” Denki scoffed.

“We had them first.” Shoji, Tokoyami, and Dark Shadow spoke up.

“And look lost them,” Jiro snarked, “but by that logic, we had them last, so we get final say what happens to them.”

“Not happening.” Shoto quickly shot down Jiro’s suggestion.

“Save your breath, Icy Hot, people who actually have something of value to say are talking!” Bakugou sneered. Shoto crossed in front of Deku over to Bakugou and grabbed the outspoken teen by the collar.

“You’re really gonna try that, Bakugou? You really think you deserve their kindness? Their love?” Shoto threatened, the chill from his quirk activating sent a shiver down your spine.

“Yeah, I DO! I sure-as-hell deserve it more than your ungrateful ass!” Bakugou snarled, the unmistakable POP POP of his quirk firing off from his palms filled the tense air.

“Back off, man!” Kirishima tried to usher Todoroki away from Bakugou. Deku and Iida were fast to Shoto’s aid as they closed the distance between the opposing groups.

“He’ll back off when you give us what we are due!” Iida got in the redhead's face. The amping hostile energy flinging around the room caused everyone to crowd closer to the commotion, all parties on edge and waiting for a fist to fly or a quirk to fire.

While all the chaos stirred within the clashing groups, no one noticed a quiet presence slip into the stadium.

“What a mess we’ve got here.” the voice of the final member of Class 3-A echoed around the gym. Everyone stopped their bickering to acknowledge the intrusion, and all saw Hitoshi Shinsou slouched against the opposite wall a few yards away. Your classmates upped their guard at the intruder, no one willing to answer him due to that powerful quirk of his.

Of course, our ever-unafraid Bakugou is the first to pipe up, “Ha?? What’s speech-freak doin’ here? He with you, shitty nerd?”

“No. Not yet, at least.” Deku grumbled to his rival, straightening out his hero uniform and turning his body to fully face the purple-haired boy. Shinsou pushed himself off of the wall and slowly sauntered over to the group. He never failed to remind you of a sly, cunning cat weightlessly prancing around dark alleyways or behind people’s backs.

“What’s the issue?” he asked.

“Um…you trying to say you haven’t noticed all the crazy shit that’s been going on around UA for the past few hours?” Denki raised an eyebrow.

“No, I have, idiot,” Shinsou groaned, “I’m nowhere near as dense as you.” The witty joke caused a giggle to ripple through the whole group, much to Denki’s despair, but it surprisingly sparked hope in your heart. They laughed! Maybe they’re not as mad as they were a few seconds beforehand…maybe…maybe Shinsou could stop all this! Slap some sense into the love-crazed students! You let out a few muffled cries, succeeding in getting his attention. As well as the rest of your classmates’. Even though Shinsou definitely noticed your struggling, he didn’t say or do anything about it, just stared at you in your tape bindings. You tried to yell louder, but Mina assumed you were only acting up and cooed sweet nothings in your ear, like you were a fussy baby.

Deku grabbed the attention of the room, “We were trying to work out a compromise to get (Y/N) back, but Kacchan’s being difficult. He’s not handing them over.”

“I’m not gonna hand them over to a nobody like you! They deserve better than that cruel punishment.” Bakugou cursed. As soon as the tension left, it came right back with Katsuki’s harsh insults. You groaned at his overwhelming audacity. His lack of social cues was truly baffling at times.

“Punishment?! We’re trying to save them from this! From you!” Uraraka seethed.

“We’re beyond worried that they’ll be hurt staying with that group,” Ojiro explained to Shinsou, “Too much could go wrong without us there to intervene.”

“Understandable. They’re only concerned, boom boy. Can you prove to them you’re not going to hurt (Y/N)?” Shinsou countered.

“LIKE I’D BE THAT CARELESS, EXTRAS! They’re the most important thing in the world. Their safety is much more significant to me than any of yours.” Bakugou ranted.

“Really? Wrapping them up in tape and dragging them several feet in the air through a hole in the ceiling somehow doesn’t scream ‘safe’ to me.” Sato objected.

“I was totally being safe with them! I’d like to see you try that with your quirk, Sato.” Sero defended himself.

“Yeah! And I didn’t see any worry about safety when Tsu practically ripped them in half from Hagakure, Ojiro, and Koji while Iida was speeding down the hall like a maniac!” Kirishima snapped with his sharp teeth gritted tightly together.

“Didn’t look like anyone was concerned in the auditorium either!” Mina added.

“We didn’t start it,” Tokoyami exclaimed, “You three were the ones hunting them down like an animal at the start of the Purge.” He pointed to Momo, Shoto, and Bakugou. Shoji didn’t verbally respond, but he nodded his head in agreement.

“We searched for them because Bakugou and Izuku scared them into hiding right when the Purge started!” Momo answered.

“Don’t try that, Yaoyorozu! You’re lucky I even agreed to help you find them! Not like you would’ve gotten close without me.” Bakugou warned.

“We would’ve found them sooner if you two hadn't gotten greedy and tried to take them for yourselves.” Shoto commented, looking directly at Deku as he said those words. Guess he has some bottled-up aggravation concerning Izuku.

“Careful who you point your finger at, Todoroki,” Uraraka and Tsu got in front of Izuku, “We’re working together, remember?”

Everyone had somehow become extremely aggressive, even more so than before Shinsou arrived. Your classmates crowded closer and began arguing with one another, bickering, accusing their friends of stealing the limelight, blaming everyone else for the actions that had caused this mess, everyone pointing fingers around for the mistakes that had been made. This was escalating into dangerous territory; if this energy kept up, it wouldn’t be long until someone let loose of their quirk. All you could hope is you wouldn’t be caught up in the crossfire.

Your eyes flickered around the angry faces, trying to see if anyone had at least some bit of cohesive thought left in their infected brains, until your eyes landed on Shinsou. You were going to look away, distracted by the increasing volume of your friend’s yelling, until you stopped and really looked at him. As Shinsou was always level headed and a non-expressive individual, you thought his face would be one of concern or maybe even annoyance due to all the racket, but all he expressed was a satisfied eyes and a wicked smile. Your heart plummeted to your stomach for the nth time as you realized, watching his eyes swirl in pink glee, that this was his plan all along. Be the last to show up in the fight for your love, waltz into the fiery conversation being calm and collected, play a bit of ‘therapist’, and watch in delight as his questions send the group into a downward spiral of greed and chaos.

“Darling~,” Hagakure’s voice invaded your foggy brain, causing you to jump, “Woah! It’s okay! It’s just me. I’m gonna pull you off her lap, okay? I’ll get you out of here, away from all these scary people~.”

“HEY! Back off, Hagakure!” Mina jumped into action after hearing her quiet voice. She yanked you away from the invisible girl onto her opposite side.

“Kero, Hagakure, we agreed we’d do this as a team! Stick to the plan,” Tsu protested, quite literally hopping over to you and wrapping her hands around your shoulders. She tried to pull you away from Mina, but the pinkette just held onto you tighter.

“Not cool, Tsu! Get off of Sparks!” Denki zapped over to the frog girl and tried tugging her away from you. The arguments halted as the room’s attention was back on you. You were quickly swarmed with the obsessed students, hands grabbing your body anywhere and everywhere they could, everyone trying to get the advantage against the others all at once. Resentful words and threats were flung in every direction, everyone participating in the madness. Your head spun with the uncomfortable amount of people fighting for your attention and the multiple pairs of hands holding onto you, but you were also afraid that everyone would go through with the threats of violence they promised. You hummed with worry, trying to warn them of the devious plan Shinsou was no doubt brewing, but if anyone could hear your muffled pleas over the shouting, no one cared to stop and listen to what you wanted.

“Enough! You’re not going to shove me out of what I deserve this time, Kacchan,” Izuku yelled over the sea of madness, “Just accept that I’ve won!”

“Won?! You think you won?! HA! Last I checked, losers don’t get the prize, shitty nerd! They NEED us! They NEED ME!” Bakugou exploded.

“I’d rather die than let you touch them with your filthy hands again.” Todoroki spoke in a gravelly growl. Everyone tossed in their own threats against the group after Shoto spoke, until a tiny voice begged the final question.

“But who does (Y/N) really belong to?” The seemingly innocent question rang out like a delicate bell chiming in a gentle breeze.

Every one of Class 3-A’s mouths worked faster than their jealous brains as they all shouted out at the purple-haired genius, “ME!”

And the room goes dead silent as nearly every member of Class 3-A is now fully under the mind control of Hitoshi Shinsou.

“Hmph. You guys made that too easy for me.” Shinsou chuckles at the vast horizon of slack jaws and dull eyes that stared back at him, awaiting command.

“Thought at least Yaoyorozu or Izuku would catch on, but I guess our darling just has that kind of mind-numbing effect on everyone. They’ve got that natural kind of gentle sweetness everyone goes braindead for, heh.” he continued, flicking Aoyama in the forehead as he walked past.

“Everyone,” Shinsou began his first command to the group, “stop crowding around (Y/N). Back away from them. I want to see them.” Without a beat of hesitation, the rest of your classmates wordlessly took a few generous steps back to cease surrounding you. You’re sure that all of them are mentally screaming endless curse words and plotting all the ways they could terrorize the boy for this heinous act, but none of their faces expressed that. Not a speck of personality could be found in any of them, all of them had turned into blank canvas void of emotion. That scared you to your core.

Shinsou slowly closed the distance between you two. You tried everything you could to squirm away, to run from his unwanted affection, except Mina was still strapping you to her chest. With her strong arms firmly fastened around your cocooned body, it left no room to navigate an escape route.

Hitoshi reached your seat on the pink girl’s lap, crouched down so you were face-to-face with his neon pink infested eyes, and smiled, “Hi, little escapee~”

He cupped your trembling face and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he spoke with a pout, “You’ve sure been busy tonight, keeping these fools entertained for so long. I know I took forever to get here, I’m sorry about that, but I’m proud of you for waiting for me. I’ll be sure to reward you for being so patient and brave. You knew I was looking for you though, right? I’d never let them actually succeed in taking you away from me.”

“When you ran for a safe spot at the beginning of the Purge, I knew they’d track you down eventually, so I simply waited. Saved my energy for when I knew I could steal you right out from under them. I watched them chase you from floor to floor, through rooms and stairwells. It was awful. Absolutely shameful that they’d put someone they call their “darling” through all that trauma,” he kissed your forehead, “But that’s over with. I’m here now, and as long as I’m here, I won’t let those idiots drag you through anymore of their silly games ever again.” You let out angry cries as you thrashed in your seat. You can’t believe you thought he’d try to help you. Of course your last hope was disease-ridden as well. It’s a miracle that you’re not showing symptoms of their virus either, could you be immune somehow? Or maybe you’re not a hospitable environment for the parasite…either way, mentally theorizing about the virus’ infection protocol didn’t stop Shinsou from carrying on with his plan.

He commanded Mina to, “Release (Y/N).” She immediately loosened her arms around you and let them flop to her sides. Before you could flail away, he cradled his arms around your back and under your knees, and lifted you off of Mina. His grin stretches at the adorable yelp that comes from you.

You’re rendered defenseless as he casually saunters away from your zombified classmates, your body elegantly trapped in the sticky tape, sat neatly in his strong arms.

Unable to leave without one final gloat, he turns back to smirk at the students, “All of you were wrong earlier, by the way. It’s me, dumbasses.”

Suddenly, a cocky voice chuckles behind the mind-controlling boy, “I wouldn’t be too sure about that, kid~...”

~ To Be Continued… ~

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IF YOU’VE NEVER HEARD THIS BEFORE, I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU HONESTLY (x)

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